DEADLY PASSION

DEADLY PASSION

Whenever I see you I am filled with a burning desire.
To hold you, caress you with my fingers and to ignite you.
You let me burn you and take control of you.
You fill insides of me as you smolder in my passion.
My lips touch you and they sap you with every passing moment.
I taste you, close my eyes and feel I am in bliss.
You melt with my every breath and I feel great to overpower you.
But then sometimes in a fit of passion you choke me.
Until I cough violently and then slowly you release me.
Does throttling me in those passionate moments drive you crazy?
And you do this in front of others, thus they pity me.
But love is blind my love, so am I.
My lungs hate you, abhor you but you crush them with your might.
You smolder them just as I smolder you. Love reciprocates. Doesn’t it?
Do I realize that you are taking control of me?
The way you explore me, soothe me, relieve me, hell I care.
Burn my lungs or throttle me, our love would last for ever.
This was what I thought when we were together.
But today I lie in a corner with my lungs burnt and a choked throat.
You have overpowered me, you have gained control.
So this is your love game baby, this is your ecstasy.
I see my wife, my children but I can do nothing for them.
Can’t wipe their tears, can’t hold them, too weak to support them.
You still lie beside me, still with that seductive look.
You were a cigarette and I took you inside with my every single breath.
I smile because in this passionate moment, you will have an orgasm with my death!


Naveen Singh