Howling into the Fade She loved me like a laser seeking the center…to erupt Every lick of her tongue tempted me closer toward complete corruption The spell of her passion pulsed with a fever that kept me lusting for a sickness without cure Remedies were few and far between as she laced my dreams with liquid poison/100% pure and sure to rot my guts with gasoline I tried to scream but her supple lips muffled the sound/silencing the moans as I groaned for release/which she brought at a price Sold my soul for one night in her grasp/she clasped tightly with her talons and twisted/torturing my madness out of hiding until our laughter lost all meaning
Bio: Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, and essays can be found. His chapbook "Songs of a Dissident" was released in 2015 through Transcendent Zero Press and is available on Amazon. His poetry collections "Chaos Songs" (Longsword Press) and "Happy Hour Hallelujah" (CTU Publishing) are both forthcoming in 2016.