Loving You to Death Erotic sensations tingle my spine A dead body lying next to mine Smooth blue and black lips I start salivating as we kiss Mine forever this sweet death I cannot forget your soft breaths Panting exitedly with my hands around your neck Shades are drawn No one out can see What I've done Whats become of me Here I stand Above all thats been true How I love How I love to kill you
Joan Frost's Questions:
I am a ametuer of poetry.
I would love any suggestions anyone would have of my work.
Does it make sense?
Is it ordered properly?