Untitled Poem by Briana Knight

I allowed boredom to caress my lips with its dull fingers and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
I welcomed its tongue as it slid down the base of my throat to the top of my breast.
Smiling at the feel of its breath along my spine, boredom promised release and ease.
I giggled while it crept over my body in the most exotic way.
At its touch, heat saturated my skin. As boredom moved it left cold its wake.
Even the cold of boredom was gracefull yet lethal.
Keeping me in a frozen but loving embrace.
Firery heat burned my lips as boredom took advantage of their tenderness.
Boredom held my hand and layed to rest with me.

My Fire...My Ice...My Apathy...My Boredom.