Don't Make Me Wait

I'm not sure if these are sonnets. Let's just pretend they are ;)

Drowning in red waves of empty pleasure,

Lungs crushed like insects, ripped apart;

Diamond hearts explode under the pressure,

Scarred and bloodied works of art;

Scarlet nails tear deep into your skin,

Ache within these caves of raw and

Bleeding nothing; no love without sin,

I fall willing into your every demand.

As hot as hell, a million minutes burn,

Each bruise a precious jewel to me,

Restraining chains; please make me yearn,

I cry out in a white-hot, forked-tongue plea.

The demon writhes; time's never late,

I'm your slave; don't make me wait.

The End

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