Prinsuv Théyair,
Whose long, flowing hair,
Held the dust & disease of old dreams
Unleashed my despair
A siren so fair
Her lips held sin’s soft symphonies
And as was my plight
She sang my delight
Six streams of slow, synchronous screams
I bathed in her sight,
Oh the hues of such light
Mine eyes burned with sweet sympathies
As Seraphim shout,
Or Ophanim cry
Draco’s dance did dart through treacherous sky
My veins would run dry
If moonlight would miss
The lips of my lover's secret, sapphirine kiss
Ten tongues lick devout
Eight emerald eyes
‘neath ruby skies she drips gold from her thighs
Her thrust never lies
Blood sacrifice bliss
Sacred silver sweat falls, praise her amethyst hiss
Oh, and at her feet I would lick,
As does flame unto wick
Toes as fine wine, divine
(And how the bottle goes quick)
Pheromones thick, I felt the feast in her eyes
Fairer moans pick the deeper feelings inside
Hex me unto stone
Or strip my flesh from its bone
If her scent I could not define.
Of highest sin to atone
Is to forget such a moan,
Or the taste of such fine fruit divine
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Author:
HaremNoose (
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- Published: November 3rd, 2021 21:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Hearse Moon 2021
- Category: Gothic
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