EarShatter

You have been raised

From the cold world

Where you were once

Frozen.

He chose you to be his.

As he gently caressed your body

With his fingers,

Lifting you cautiously

To let his lips touch the rim

Where both his want and your need will converge-

Savoring your very being.

It all happened too fast.

Now you are empty.

And as much as you want him

Tangent to your damp visage,

You have no more to offer

For he sated his thirst

With everything you had.

Now,

In the final moment of your agony,

If you where to choose:

Would you rather

Be put in one corner

Of the darkest part of the room,

Or be left

Shattered and broken?

**I found this ancient poem of mine while googling my name.  thanks Thea Sabrina. At least you dint replace my name with yours. =)