I crave the flavor of your nights ,
breathing in the intimacy of your dreams
and the open ban of your abysses ...
So womanly when the dawn wets you,
awakening your wild sap ...
I imagine this fiery madness of pleasure
to whom I'm not invited
when strangers come to bite
the fruits of your orchard ...
I don't sleep ,waiting for the day
to bring you back to me ,
chasing away those menacing shadows
that haunt my spirit ...
Obscene moons dance on your naked body
and mockingly calling to me ...
Black desire
red passion .
The darkness of the hours is both ours
like the light of the blue sky .
I want it because I am your god !
He who nurtures the secret fire of the brazier !
On your flesh of mystery
I walk my misery
and this sex of steel ...
No deal brother exorcist !
I feel their fear made of bad sweat
and they beg me !
I accede to this mortal liberation ..
Oration .
I will drink the venom of this lethal cup
and I'll go back to sleep for ever at peace...
Ghosts will no longer torment me .
Our love is an offering to the master of flies...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Darkly erotic and sensuous in nightly tones this poem holds black magic at its core yet casts its spell over images of seduction and lust. Well worded it seems to come from a shadowy realm. Haunting
Thanks Sorren.Eros and thanatos inseparable couple !
Feverish confession of desire and torment, where love is both worship and war. The poem pulses with untamed emotion, its imagery oscillating between tenderness and brutality. Dark, mesmerizing...
when erotic passion turns to madness ...
She was a fire, and I wanted to be burned.
A powerful piece.
Thank you dear Sealgair ! always pertinent !
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