Secret Admirer

Had that look of a note.

A note passed from his soul to mine.

At the end your secret admirer.

At the tip the blood of a heart shaped stain.

It stained the paper so deep.

My fingerprints bled upon it.

My eyes looked up in a far off distance.

So far off in set of what I think to be his feelings.

He looked at me, twitching his spirit at me.

I looked back.

His eyes demanding attension from my fearful heart.

I had no choice but to give in. To go inside his abyss.

More and more I began to feel his love, that agressive torch of a sexual touch.

The whispers were hitting my stomach as the notes became more lavish.

I had no choice but to vomit the pleasurable abuse from him.

The collide of love and anger blended into a scene thats choking me out.

I came up with a plan.

I met up with him.

And him with me.

He stared at me as though his eyes were bombing my caved feelings.

I went deep into staring at him back.

He started to persuade my heart into pumping my feelings to the point were it hurts.

And I had no choice but to bleed out.

And let him drink of me.