Your eyes dark and inward like a sillvered neck chain,
Hung around my head, my sexy lone and sinful dame.
Your shoulders are bare, your pretty black hair,
Distracting and rare, in the midnight nightmare.
I'll dream of your lips, carressing my mouth, with flames of desire never been douced.
Touched by a fire, burning with lust.
Take me on the chair, with a gun and a book,
Telling storys of intimate love, poetically spoke
My heart in your hand, beutifully embraced,
As i saunter to peer at your pretty white face.
I take of my clothes, you put on some lace,
We dance in the dark, lovers of haste.
Bring me the moon, bring me the stars,
Neither in will of your beauty so far.
Just one last chance, to kiss your embered lipped mouth,
Returning to life, so long i've been out.
So sit next to me, and whisper your thoughts,
Your feelings are blind, your temperment lost.
I'll give you the sun, I'll give you a rose
Pink petaled long daisies in their repose.
And morrow will want, and wait for the sky,
To open to heaven, where angels they lie.
And wrapp their white wings, around your souls waist,
And whisper softly and saftley, i love you, my child and all human race.
As i breath of your sensual taste.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2026 01:26
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Comments2
This reworked version works well and reads smoother. Nicely done
A very moving read๐๐ป๐๏ธ
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