Easy they come, and easy they go.
Opening that door, and I swear for hope
For them to change, and I to follow
Though all the same,
And I with sorrow.
They pull the roses from the vine.
Then caress me with thorned fingers.
Continuing worship for my body divine,
But cease Love, and man no longer lingers.
Now you, with your sailor eyes
And your vampiric tongue.
Approach me with tender lies,
And the spirit of a wicked young.
There is a curse plagued on my body
Casting an aphrodisiac spell,
And once his intent turns ungodly,
He's caught in an act of the unwell.
My body, your porn.
You reach me with ease,
And I prepare for a love never born,
Willing to do what you please.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
General FictionDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...
