Come, come...clutch this hand not in fear but to hold fast this night. Cling to the taste of starlight and the caress of shadows. Breathe out the fear you swallowed long ago, breathe in the night's sweet suffocating love and let it run from your veins to my waiting lips. Oh for this kiss my darling wanting child I would bow to you on bended knee. For this kiss I yearn.
Have you my shield...I give thee my sword, willingly. Such tender fingers penetrate my armor where arrows had not the power to go. Your love is a spear, piercing my soul, my heart. I look to thee, wanting, mystified...my beautiful lover.
How shall thee be able to love the dead? How can thee swoon when my heart so rarely beats, when my flesh grows cold under thy hands?
My grave has become our marriage bed. Without your fire I am utterly empty. Feed me, feed me my love. My wonderful painful obsession. Have mercy and stir the glowing embers of my essence.
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A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.
