This is probably why I don't use magnetic poetry. For teh record, I didn't mean for it to come out sexual, it just kind of did.
My smooth repulsive sweat
Power through red rust blood
Leaves me crying-weak like whispers
When with delicate shadow-sweet fingers
She crushes my breast
And I say 'please' with my frantic ugly moan
Staring-drunk on her skin
Moon-goddess, knife-girl
She always rips these eternal moments
Blow after love
Love after blow
Shines languid lus in the rain
I ache for this woman
Blood-beat, blood-chant
The rust red whispers, 'love and lust
You must lie to them
Manipulate the love bed
Let them lust-shake moan'
Moon-goddess, knife-girl
Always follows after