Tears of blood

Tears of blood run down my face
cursed soul with no place
The wind is playing with sounds of madness
vapors of rain on our burning bodies
you look me in depths never reached before
I devour you from the inside out and release my self.

Moments like this are never meant to last
just shades of colors once shining so bright
touch, look and intertwinement of bodies,
then ascending on a plane of carnal divinities.

Lust dripping, hearts sore from pleasure
we deny it all, licks and likes, do's and don'ts
fibers of emotions struggling to maintain
cradled between all and none.

But words were never enough for you to have me
singed in heart and paper
but all I have is words and words only
the sharpest weapon of my falling kind