Illusions Of A Soul

Beware The Dark Embrace

The touch of darkness is seductive,

Gentle caresses setting the nerves aflame,

Teasing sensations from silken flesh,

Thrilling the soul to new awareness.

It bewitches the thoughts and ensnares the mind,

Enveloping one's soul in it's ebon embrace,

Infusing a fragile being with heat beyond reason,

Searing the senses with dawn's new born radiance.

Soft shivers fill a new found heart,

Enrapturing lightning strikes at the core,

Twisting reality into forms unseen,

Confusing the eyes with desire's bright haze.

Words once important no longer have meaning,

Whispered promises fill silent ears,

Turning the mind from truths that are dangerous,

Reality now the dark ones creation.

Surrender is easy on sweet tides of passion,

Forgetting oneself is easier still,

Losing the way when shadows engulf us,

Tender hand leading where hope cannot follow.

So intimate the caress that inflames the soul,

Dark beauty blinding an innocent heart,

Seducing the worthy to deeds uncomprehending,

Entwining the mind with a black velvet rose.

Too easy to fall under a mist shrouded spell,

Storm clouds charged with energy to arouse,

Soft winds stirring thoughts best left unuttered,

Warm rain easing gently the confusion at heart's core.

Fiery embrace draws breath from the body,

Mere flesh unable to bear such pleasure,

Awareness lost in the thunderclap of sensation,

All is given for a moment soon gone.

Lost is the soul that accepts dark communion,

Forever denied the life-giving light,

Trapped in a web of momentary wonder,

Never to know true loves release.