posts 7/18/2006 2:06 am
7/19/2006 12:54 am
I hear the gentle rustle of tattered lace and feathers,
At my bedroom window.
Porcelain feet brush against the hardwood floor.
My queen of midnight revelry,
Has come to me.
My heart flutters against my ribs,
Drumming an anxious tattoo,
And a secret smile tugs at my lips,
As I conjure daydreams in the darkness,
Of the bittersweet ecstasy I will find,
At her silken, otherworld fingertips.
Her cool breath brushes my bare shoulder,
And I take in the welcome scent,
Of her eternal nectar.
The golden apples of endless youth,
Still fresh on her phantom mouth.
Her soft, unintelligible whispers,
Raise icy welts of pleasure,
Across my feverish skin.
Her ashen talons trace stories,
Of esoteric bliss,
Down the length of my torso,
Moving ever lower,
With clandestine promises of decadent delights,
With her tongue of satin,
She slakes my ancient loneliness.
I am lost within her moonlight glamour.
A lover forever,
For this shunned Unseelie beauty.
posts7/18/2006 10:17 pm
I agree...I could stay here all day and not get a damn thing done! |
Your words create that balance of visuals...of being there.
A true poet!
Oh WHATEVER BITCHES!
posts7/18/2006 6:23 pm
it's really easy to get lost in your sweet words.|