darkmaiden
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these are some of my works (poesys) of dark erotica....
Night Song
words: 118
lines: 27
at night he slips through my window
cool air caressing me like a lover's moist tongue
I shiver new awakening
moaning a rhapsody of vowels
and consonants like tombstones
his lips of bittersweet agony
bruising tender flesh
as I lay impaled by lust
and hear the sound of my heart beating
druming blood through my viens
his love is wild like wolf-song
howling at the pregnant moon
his voice is smooth as liquid velvet
as he sings his soothing lullaby
hush hush hush my pretty pretty one
until the dawn bleeds from darkness
tangerine rays grazing my cooling flesh
and he flees like the shadow of a dream
leaving silence in his wake
***
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The Dreaming
Midnight wakes beneath a mystic moon
as ominous mists waltz dewy down
the nocturnal dance of mothwings beating
soft staccatos and whispered wind
the spirit of a shape transforming
like a ghost of velvet shadows
through a lattice silently creeping
into a window open to the night
steals between the gauzy drapes
to find the sleeper
lost in slumber
dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
She watches as his soul lies hid
slack-jawed and lashes fluttering
lost in the nebulous expanse of dreams
the rise and fall of his shallow breathing
she sighs sweet syllables in his ear
from bloody lips smiling deeply
whispers caress his naked skin
moonpale gooseflesh shivering
his mouth opens to her poisoned kiss
his breath captured as he is waking
eyes open wide to the terrible sight
dreams to night terrors transforming
she drinks his spirit red like wine
as his voice is
screaming, screaming, screaming.
Night Song
words: 118
lines: 27
at night he slips through my window
cool air caressing me like a lover's moist tongue
I shiver new awakening
moaning a rhapsody of vowels
and consonants like tombstones
his lips of bittersweet agony
bruising tender flesh
as I lay impaled by lust
and hear the sound of my heart beating
druming blood through my viens
his love is wild like wolf-song
howling at the pregnant moon
his voice is smooth as liquid velvet
as he sings his soothing lullaby
hush hush hush my pretty pretty one
until the dawn bleeds from darkness
tangerine rays grazing my cooling flesh
and he flees like the shadow of a dream
leaving silence in his wake
***
[spam removed by laurel]
The Dreaming
Midnight wakes beneath a mystic moon
as ominous mists waltz dewy down
the nocturnal dance of mothwings beating
soft staccatos and whispered wind
the spirit of a shape transforming
like a ghost of velvet shadows
through a lattice silently creeping
into a window open to the night
steals between the gauzy drapes
to find the sleeper
lost in slumber
dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
She watches as his soul lies hid
slack-jawed and lashes fluttering
lost in the nebulous expanse of dreams
the rise and fall of his shallow breathing
she sighs sweet syllables in his ear
from bloody lips smiling deeply
whispers caress his naked skin
moonpale gooseflesh shivering
his mouth opens to her poisoned kiss
his breath captured as he is waking
eyes open wide to the terrible sight
dreams to night terrors transforming
she drinks his spirit red like wine
as his voice is
screaming, screaming, screaming.