Tearing, biting at the cage
Frustration fueling fits of rage
A gentle slap, a subtle taunt
Raspy, ragged, growling want
Clutching fingers, pulsing sheath
Feel hot blood flow underneath
Tangled hair locked up in fist
All more reason to resist
Gripping tentacles of greed
Dredging up a latent need
Steady trickle feeds the lake
Conscience burning at the stake
Brandishing the devil's prong
Instinct burning, dark and strong
Holding down the hands of fate
Suck it up, you have to wait.
What I'm About
- Daggerella
- Portland, Maine, United States
- I'm a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a tortilla, deep fried to a golden crisp and smothered in sour cream and salsa. After the relatively short amount of years of living on this planet, only now do I feel like I have anything marginally interesting to say about anything. I hope to be able to write funny things for the most part, but don't be surprised if occasionally there appears some weird erotic fiction or a long-winded, philosophical monologue about the meaning of life. It just all depends on how I'm feeling on any given day. One this is for sure though, there will be cute pictures (and in all likelihood, videos) of bunnies and cats from time to time. So you've officially been warned...
