Sweet Bliss
And he wrote, the words upon her throat, with a gentle kiss, he told of loves sweet bliss, her face a mask, as he set to his task, this bliss of love, written as purely as a dove, scrawled across her neck, her throat a bloody wreck, as he wrote, the words upon her throat, with a gentle kiss, he told of loves sweet bliss, this is what happens when you trust, in the sweetness of lust, nothing can be done, as he has his fun, her eyes are closed, as if she just dozed, but the red upon her neck, tells of the true wreck, and he wrote, the words upon her throat, with a gentle kiss, he told of loves sweet bliss, his words are for all to see, as proud as he can be, his fingers stained with red, as he lays her on the bed, softly as a feather, he has slain his sweet lover, he wrote, the words upon her throat, with a gentle kiss, he sealed loves sweet bliss.
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The Tattered Quill
PoetryThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
