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Making love in the bed of doom.
Kisses my lips so tenderly
Making me melt so quickly.
Swiftly carrying me to the room,
Laying me on the bed of doom.
doom is the reason, I can't
Leave, cause it is controlling me.
My limbs aren't my own.
They move by themselves.
They move by desire,
By lust, and magic dust.
Desire,
Has only begun,
I'm sure it will continue on.
Lust,
Is a deadly sin,
One you can't end.
It is going to win.
Magic dust,
Is expensive,
A high price to pay.
And money isn't the way.
The greedy fairy, wants your soul.
A sweet, yet expensive toll,
But one, you will pay,
For the chance,
For today.
He tears off the clothes,
Leaving me naked and bare.
Open for all to see,
For his eyes only.
A secret obsession for me,
Will be cured quickly,
Till he needs my wonderfull burst of reality.
Then he will make sweet love to me,
In the most destructive ways, that I crave.
Doom, here is your day,
I can't get away.
Wow!
That's a really good write! I can see the desire, and the pain in the words! I love it!
<3
Wow! What a poem! griping
Wow! What a poem! griping and dripping with Dread and excitement, the pull of lust the faded rationalization the heady mix of the immediate senses swept up in an icy dust storm sparkling swept around... Great write :)!
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