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I would devour you
by the inch
enshrouded
within my depths.
Let me drown you
in my blood
quietly
in the night
I steal your breath.
My eyes follow
you around the room
vigilantly watching.
And your movements
become imprinted
in my memory.
Every moment
I am there
in shadow
or in light.
Inhaling
the scent of you
like a wolf
I will always find
you.
Absorb me
into your pores
and consume me
in your mind.
Because
each pulse
of your blood
calls my name.
And I am carved
into your flesh
bone deep.
by the inch
enshrouded
within my depths.
Let me drown you
in my blood
quietly
in the night
I steal your breath.
My eyes follow
you around the room
vigilantly watching.
And your movements
become imprinted
in my memory.
Every moment
I am there
in shadow
or in light.
Inhaling
the scent of you
like a wolf
I will always find
you.
Absorb me
into your pores
and consume me
in your mind.
Because
each pulse
of your blood
calls my name.
And I am carved
into your flesh
bone deep.
Literature
Forbidden Love
Forbidden Love
Heaven cursed his noble heart
For a crime of deepest passion
Sentenced him to living death
The night would be his prison
Above him in the heavens
An angels heart so pure
Dreaming of forbidden love
How long could she endure
A lonely angel shed a tear
For a soul cursed from above
Felt the pain of a noble heart
And couldn't help but love
His song it echoed in her heart
A symphony of longing,
Deep the need for burning love
To feel passion once again,
Upon long broken battlements
He stood and watched the moon
Could a lone and bloody demon
With another heart commune
Gazing down upon him,
She watched heaven abov
Literature
Existing for the Moment
Maybe we're love struck
or just freaks with chemistry.
Maybe we'll exist beyond tomorrow.
I don't concern myself
with such things.
I exist purely for the moment
as it beckons me to see:
locked doors and fantasies,
searching for extremes.
Discovering limits to push beyond,
fulfilling the wildest of dreams.
With no laws from governed society,
no barbed wire to get in the way,
no keep out signs or rules to abide by,
just instinct and a will to play.
So follow me over the edge,
let us thrash and wreck the way.
All I ask in return:
a pleasant distraction to ease the pain;
something to cloud my thoughts and mind.
Let
Literature
La Femme Fatale Joyeux
Vamp for the worlds ending
with gilt lashes sharpened for the killing.
Traipse drunkenly in steel-toed slippers,
inhale spring and exhale winter.
Trace epigrams upon the man,
draw epitaphs into the sand;
all hail your scarlet fever.
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great piece