I know why I never see you in the daylight.
I suspect you dabble in the art of stolen goods and black magic,
Shrouding yourself in cloaks of darkness for royal transactions.
Silk robes become tattered on the fangs of striped felines,
Exposing your Highness's splotchy skin and a tool you call a lamp.
While I dunk strands of your perfumed locks in sweat,
I dip my tongue in ashes,
Inhaling the smog of mint hookah
And a familiar cologne.
Fondue is drizzled onto my chest with fine china,
As I bathe your lips in rose syrup
And bite into my forbidden dessert.
Line your mouth with the opening of my thighs
When I kiss your serpent's shadow farewell.
As you connect your sword to my sheathe,
Look at me in the waters that fornicate with the moonlight.
Let these windows blur with steam instead of smoke,
As the palace shakes with an earthquake
And guards play music to mask our screams.
Mistresses feign to impress the prince of thieves
Because he pulverizes gemstones with his nails
And receives his pleasures from an hourglass figure.
I know that a diamond in the rough
Can always be found in quicksand.
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An Ode to Muses to Melpomene
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, toxic relationships, heartbreak, and a dash of possessiveness. Don't fall in love while reading it! If you are in love, angry, sad, or going through a heartbreak, pick up a copy and you'll probably find somethin...
