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A little strange If you lie still long enough, you will see the moonlight reflecting,
the ripples standing as still as the breeze.
In a world, cursed by social confusion and uncertinity, I beg for a simple freedom.
Teasing my judgement with promises of forever, and lustful passions, fulfilled by the Gift.
A whisper as sultry as that of a blues singer falling in love with the notes, bringing forth an
urge to graze the surface with the soft blow of a kiss, tempting the night.
Body cool, and pale. Swallowing the gift of eternity, with hungry lips.
A renewed sight in the senses around me, I gaze as a new born babe into a odd light.
Looking as if a new fruit has been placed on a platter in front of me, tasting it with sensual pleasures.
Familiarity arouses a dormient spirit, the Beast ripping from the dead carcass wailing as a Banshee in the night.
Persuding my soul to cross, I damn myself into hell, seeking the victim of my heroic efforts to soar higher then ever before.
The Kiss is bestowed upon my porcilien brow, wakens my DarkHeart, promising my loyality to my maker, lover and Lord.
an exquisite poem,i love it