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by Milton Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1341186
A poem about a very well known disease: love...
A heartbeat explodes horizons, places and landscapes!
Sweet acid taste of pleasure and destruction...
It starts with a stare, a touch, seduction...
Won't you kiss me to make me feel real!
Punch me, kick me... make me feel real!

One hundred and fifty beats per minute, yes I appreciate!
A mountain crashes on itself, and the moon incinerates!
Madness, need! I want to chew more than I can feed!
You! I love you! And everything I love about life is in you!
Yes! It's all there! No point to think about it... enjoy, yes!
I'm sad with just one stare...
I want to have it! I'll cry if I need to! Fast food meal!
Won't you lick me to make me feel real!
Cut me, hurt me... make me feel real...

Now I explode with it and into it! My organs are colours!
Bled out from this love... need! Hunger for that seed!
I want to be your lover! I want to be what you crave for!
I want your breath above me! Your stare upon me!
Fighting, kicking, sex! More than we can get!
One hundred and ninety beats per minute! Hold me now!
I'm hyperventilating, but you're here now!
Won't you eat me to make me feel real!
Won't you suffocate me to make me feel real!

Kill me! Make me feel real!
Hit my nose, punch my eye!
Rip a tooth out, I beg!
Bite off my leg!
Love me, hate me... I need you...
Love me, eat me... I need you...
Scare me, kill me... I want you...

I don't need no medicine...
I just want the pleasure of pain until I can love no more...
Live no more? No, it's not enough...
My body has already burst into tiny little pieces of blood...
Dead? Maybe... Seems like I live inside my baby!
My lover! Come now and do your work!
Confuse me with your body! Burn me!
Two hundred and seventy two beats per minute!
I can't breath! My eyes are watery!
I'm trembling like a storm! No, it's not warm, it's burning!
It's hurting so much! You're not here!
I miss you! Imagination is not enough now!
My need is all I have now! Wow! I'm drifting!
I'm bleeding for real! I'm twitching!
I want you, I love you!
Won't you fuck me to make me feel real!
Won't you kill me to make me feel real!

Now... it tastes sour... I know you don't love me...
All the blowing and thundering... vanishes...
You don't love me...
Now, everything teases at me...
No one to cover me... Nothing to hold on too...
And now I feel real...
Now I feel real...

Ninety nine beats per minute...
The pain is over... pleasure's gone too...

Hello darkness...

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