Image courtesy : Blackstarshine at DeviantArtRed is on his hands
And she, tripping over his instincts
Strikes with her virgin fangs
They lay wrapped in the mist around them
In that perfect moment
Their souls were bared
They lay naked, nervous
Ecstatic, yet oh-so-scared
He counts
The goose bumps on her body
Smells the beads rushing from her forehead
Like fingers running
Searching, tearing
Up & down his unmade bed
He’s blind to the world
Senseless to his sin
And embers of her eyes
Plunging deep within
Fiery lips
Breathe venom
And lift him up
Death finally rests
In his stormy, silent, empty cup
Red blurs my sight…
7 comments:
Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lovely...
It's the dark..And the light..
A faint ray of light mingling into darkness..
A voice that blends with the emptiness around..
my goodness wat a wonderfully written poem
really nicely written
really touchy
Bravo! You're alive and well- says this piece of your's. Well done!!
luv,
It's....it's....awesome!
I know I know not the best of comments but it's true so it can't be held against me!
Oh me likey! Dark, deep, vampire like... I likey very much! Do write some more!
- Farah
Hi Meiyang,
The color has A power.........
a warning........
a cry.........
a failing sign.........
it denotes robustness
it has agony too.......
to be lived with...!
it is the color of sun..........
and can mean anything under the sun.........
the anguish of a crushed soul.........
the vulnerableness of the weak.......
and a tint on a child's cheek........
Everyone lives with it as per the manifestation..........
Everyone is as helpless and as powerful
but without its wish...........
its always there.......
all on life's platter.........
Bye and take care........
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