I don't know why this one came to me...or how...but it came and hovered over my head like the Sword of Damocles until I couldn't stand it rattling around in my head.

Feel my overwhelming lust for the dark dank sweet corruption....know my poem,

Contaminous.

Contaminous,
the pock marked lover,
of the dark despair in my soul,
cherry red,
infected cough,
blow deep into my lungs.

Blossom and embrace my purity,
embrace it with the pus ridden splendour,
you call your physical declaration,
of your love for me.

As I open my mouth,
you kiss me,
I feel your love flood into me,
I taste the decay of your body,
I revel in it,
I want more.

I trail kisses down your body,
lingering to love each,
infected boil with my tongue.
I know this love of you is bad,
still.

I need to love you...
every part of you,
I take your pus leaking need into my mouth,
I try to love the pain away,
I try to take it away with my tongue,
I love the pain,
I love your body,
I need to satisfy you....
I want to satisfy you.