Clouded with deceit my eyes are glazed,
Walking through this forest of the sexed,
I fall upon a sultry ground,
not dirt, but the sweet touch of liquid silk,
caught in the embrace,
silence is a virtue,
one that I never understood,
only if Crimson could.....

Sliced through silence are the lustful words,
Spoken by such harlots,
sirens of sorts,
hearts break as voices are heard,
ear drums bleed for more.

Rushe upon slutty thigh,
Tell me why, have I?
The desires for the dirty sweat,
The desire for Crimson to screamed,
through such tainted lips,
their only desire, my 'sex.'

Silence I now know,
can never bring true happiness'

But the lustful wants and wails of pleaure,
Cannot be silenced through such need,
this crimson forever remains branded,
upon the untouched recesses Only I can touch.

'For this sexed kingdom is mine.'

Crimson Love

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sexed-kingdom/