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Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Poem – “Feed me Wine, Dear One” – Romance/Erotic

June 27, 2019
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Your shadowy dew,
That drops upon the folds to your dress,
I would dare a hand,
To tear that cloth, so that thy breasts fall free.
And consume thy bosom with so much glee.

Destiny holds a cruel fortune,
To our faces in a lock,
Mesmerizing are you, when full in form,
Beauty becomes wickedness, however,
When love is stripped away.

I take it away,
The cloth, I take away.
And then I stoop to drink,
From thy breast, from as much ivory
As I can consume.

A face so handsome, as mine,
To an embrace, of arms, entwined.
Your eyes are the cinnabar to tears I want for a meal,
And your tresses curl backwards to where they feel
A neck so solid and still soft for a bite.

Oh, as I am the beast,
To an angel so sweet.
Destiny beckons her elongated and tapered fingers,
To a mind, that is mine, where madness truly lingers.
I hold two breasts like slabs of granite.

Jagged and torn, my love is born,
A face so ripe as the next, with beauty hexed,
Where is my next feeding ground?
The nourishment to my lips,
Will be taken with hands that never slip.

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