Okay, I was reading back in Andrea's blurty and I found this poem, she agreed to let me put this on my site...I think it kinda works with the theme, although it's more horrifying then erotic.
Erotic Fae


He lies there in the blood spattered room
white tiles polka dotted with blood
the stench of death,
of the rotting cadaver,
permeates.

his face masticated by the whip
his intestines futilely held in his hands
so sexy in the pool of red cells that once was his lifes blood
the blood on his cheek drip drip
dripping

pooling into his open chest.
rivers of blood soakng into his clothes
the drain is clogged by his heel
the bone cracked and splintered
forced into the small opening

I laugh in tortured glee
at the monstrosity you've become
the horror of horrors.
death has made you more beautiful than life

you are perfection
the maggots wriggle their way into your brain
life springs forth eternal
and I sit
covered in your blood
beside you

my soulless eyes wondering
the whip cracks
and the skin is flayed from your arms
wondering
always wondering
how you still look so alive and untouched
and unharmed by mundane human matters
like the
torture of Love

Andrea.

|| by Fae ||
7:54:00 PM |