Cobwebs and layers of dust surround
A heart left at the lost and found
Her painted face hides much more than it shows
Flashbacks to when the dye was cast
Fresh talons from her sordid past
RIP through the skin beneath her fancy clothes
She thought she'd laid to rest this wrath
Then like a mystic telepath
He took one look and saw were she had been
His crooked smile seemed worldly wise
The first to hear her muted cries
A battle hardened veteran of the scene
The words came first and then the touch
The prayers offered up in church
Had burst the dam and washed away her fear
Excitement took them by surprise
She met his lips and closed her eyes
He wiped away her solitary tear
The pent up passion both released
Allowed a taste before the feast
Three times she stood and fell back to the floor
Her shaking weakened legs won't stand
He holds on to her trembling hand
She whimpers as he moves back in for more
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peto (
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Dear peto,
Your written words are astounding. Such a pleasure to read.
One of my favorite lines:
‘The prayers offered up in church
Had burst the dam and washed away her fear’
Laura🌻
You humble me Laura
Extremely grateful for such support
What more could I ask
😊
Definately an engaging and interesting writing 🙂
Glad you found it interesting Violet
Thank you very much for continued encouragement
It's priceless
Much obliged
Abstract, compelling in the way it unfolds. Calls for another read, and another one... - A favorite.
Very grateful for such a review Garth
Thank you
Means a lot
"her painted face hides more than it shows"......thats why I don't really wear makeup. What a brillant and heartfelt write, Stevie! I so enjoy reading your poetry!
And I enjoy your response
Thanks Christina
Always had my back
Truly grateful
A masterfully written poetic story here peto.
The treble stanzas you've penned, paint intricate scenes of a mini epic.
Also, this poem reminds me of the song "Her Ghost in the Fog" by Cradle of Filth, which touches on similar themes, which to me, is a very good thing indeed.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Thank you scribbler
Gotta be honest not heard it
Will be listening today
Extremely grateful
The emotional depth in the poem is palpable. Your choice of words is just remarkable.
Thoroughly enjoyed it.
"The prayers offered up in church
Had burst the dam and washed away her fear"
Thank you very much meera
I am honoured you took time to look back over this older writing
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