I haven't ever read anything like this (content-wise and format-wise). Interesting stanza lengths and good word choice (chaste, ecstasy, navel, compulsion).
Everything flows well except the first stanza's last word of each line.
This is truly creepy it very intresting how ya get into his mind and what he see's. Really it's super creepy... super... Overall: This earns a star but god so creepy and so true how nowadays girls wear too revealing clothes. It asking for something like this.
Good luck
VSN
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
I'm am in love with this poem.
The whole poem is filled with the pleasure of sin and passion and how that very passion that feels so good can lead you right over a cliff.
Its hard to invoke that much feelin in just words.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." -Plato
Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up. — Unknown