Are you killing me with a kiss?

by plathonstone

Published October 9, 2015

16+ Language Mature Content

Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and mature content.

The sand-paper lips

Touched my own.

/

I kept my eyes closed

And just listened

To the heavy breathing of my

/

(Lover?)

/

The exhales

Matched my own

And I felt the cold breaths

As the lips pressed 

Against me.

/

My heart 

Stopped, cold,

Dead.

/

The blood rushed to

My head;

I wasn't allowed to drift.

/

I hadn't a choice

/

But to accept my fate

That came with

My first

Kiss.

/

I didn't feel that feeling

That arousal

I so desired

/

Because I opened my eyes

Too soon

And all I could see was 

Judas' face

/

The bastard cad

/

His sand-paper lips

were sucking my own,

/

Identifying me

To all (executioners)

Who cared to see

A little girl's

First Kiss:

/

The kiss of death.

/

/

/

**When I write my poetry I make my own punctuation and grammar rules so if it doesn't make any sense to you I apologize. Hopefully the story/ feelings of the poem are still there. I used the way I set out my poem to emphasize certain words/lines and to make it as uncomfortable as possible, if I've failed at then then oh well haha. Dear reader, I hope you enjoy.**

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tintomara138
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tintomara138 wrote a review Review · Oct 10, 2015

Hi! Wow! Judging by the first verse I thought this would be a sappy love song but it definitely wasn't, which is an excellent surprise.

I'm in love with this part:

"His sand-paper lips

were sucking my own,

/

Identifying me

To all (executioners)"

I really like the poem, and I see nothing that I would change. I like how you make your own grammar rules. I think that you thus captivate the reader, making him/her concentrate more on the poem.

Keep on writing!



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