Glaring devotion, seems to
Keep you
So warm.
From loyalty, to that burning furnace,
Upon bed sheets made of fans,
To frenzy the flame,
That spreads over your gloss,
A shimmer to your form.There is beauty crawling atop,
All the fragrance that has me
Succumb to it.There is nothing so tragic,
As to see beauty’s release,
From love’s state of disease.
For as I lift you to see the Heavens,
Your eyes cast over the Earth,
Light greater than the sun.There is greatness in each eye,
Though only one stare,
Only one glare,
Has ever been enough,
To scar a burn into my naked flesh,
For us both to see love same as death.
Tag: Seduction
Poem – “The Doomed Harlot” – Romance – 9/21/2019
Where have graces taken thee,
When you shielded before fate and misery?
You play with the night,
Like a bouquet of roses,
Sniffed by children, and eaten by cats.
Believe me, in my woe,
You are the doomed harlot,
The failed woman of many curses.
Among that god between your legs,
There are eyes that cry a sorrow.
You glisten by day,
To glisten by night.
Both of body and complexion,
Does this aura arise.
And you make music through your sigh.
The sigh of pleasure,
The sickening sin of Lust.
You bled for God and his herd of Shepherds,
Felt Hell crawl on your naked skin,
And mistook it for Heaven.
These fields of ruin,
Are of my design,
Destined to bathe,
Among the odorous wine,
Of virgin blood and castrated swine.
Stretch your form, will you?
To the ends of the cruel Earth,
You’ll see a singing shape,
The scrotum and the shaft,
Was like a tower of gold,
Now but only rotten,
Was once a key to the Earth,
Grim faces torn everywhere,
Evil politicians and their false smiles.
You doomed harlot,
What maketh yourself of ourselves,
When we praise thee, and never the Lords,
Who drop tears, as you drop both blood and sweat?
Poem – “The Remarks from your Wicked Mouth” – Romance – 9/16/2019
Dashed with red lines,
Above your feeble lips,
Redness has clashed against the almighty
Of porcelain chin and nectar saliva.
It is the sort that drains,
From a serpent tongue.
You obeyed a man,
With whom you sought after denial,
To whom you’ve danced a longing night,
Many of them, with which you saw betterment,
If for but a while.
Am I cherished in your company?
There are dew droplets that run a tempest,
From your gleaming orbs as eyes.
A breast hangs freely from a collarbone,
A kiss hangs so sweetly from two embedded nostrils.
I am weary in my want,
Though, so dreary in this contempt.
Face me, dear child,
You, the woman to my form and emotion,
The face you are beholding,
Decked in exasperating smile,
And ruby lips melting wide open,
I fear for my coming touch.
To crack open,
Your smallest shell.
There is wine for a memory,
And kisses, aplenty.
There are roses for an aroma,
And great harmonies played vast.
In all we make,
By the cruelest of neglect,
There are shadows forming heavy on minds,
On my own,
The buried torment,
Comes as earnest.
Flash Story – “A Woman Praised by Beauty and Steel” – Romance
A woman’s heart is to me, the cherished stone. I walk from where I sat, to her face, and bury only myself in her tears. They come out from dark eyes as sweet to taste, for she is happy!
Happiness! So alien was the word, whenever I’d writhe in a torment back in my home. I’d spent the summer nights, in the heat, while a heart beat for the torment of an addiction. A substance, or so it was named, and I blew kisses in the direction of that pain, because I knew it was enhanced by love.
She bares her beauty resplendently. This woman of mine bares herself with a heart held outward, and I make myself famous in her touch. I feel the entire world look upon us, with so much envy. They can never know love. No; not them; certainly not the world I know to be dipped in selfishness and a desire for the self.
Our hands embrace; indeed, we have embraced. We have kissed, and we have embraced. We will love; yes, we will love. We will kiss, again, and we will find the moon to be radiant and the sun to be hot.
Above her brow is a strand of hair that I blow away from sight. I see an eyebrow that I, as well, offer a kiss. And I kiss it, and kiss it evenly in distance from her twinkling eye. So much love is in my heart, and my pain has been extinguished from its dancing and ephemeral flame. It was my life, that pain, and I have waved it a farewell.
My beauty, let us dance under stars and under the awing faces. We are the world made perfect. We are the moment made without distance. We are the ones for the other. We are beloved, and musical, and enchanted.
Poem – “Her Beauty” – Romance
Beloved, beloved, with all my surrendering,
I have suffered in my strength,
To know not what I beheld,
And it was only you, the simplest thing to show,
How life could be the same,
Simple and so very short.
Your eyes are the glaciers of the north,
And your lips are the raw swipes of paint
On the immaculate canvas.
Your form shows exquisiteness,
Alike to the serpent that trails,
Across the sapphire seas.
Golden tresses rain from between your eyes,
And shove themselves against your shoulders,
Fame is never a reminder to your beauty.
You have it all,
And I have you.
Together, to dawn the tomorrow.
My love, what else is there?
What else to show the world, besides a nest of beauty?
Poem – “My Love, Allow me, to Lift thee, from Tragedy” – Romance
My love,
Allow me,
To lift thee,
From tragedy.
You found in yourself a place,
A shape, a heart,
You are a muse to me,
And I am amused by you.
A love I see so clear,
As the subtle stars,
Beneath widest lakes,
A face so very dark.
And so very light,
As you, the illuminated beauty.
So very low, I have bent my knee,
And offered a circle of gold.
I lift myself to kiss thy cheeks,
No tears, please, beautiful one.
We have cried enough,
And now is enough, more-so the love.
My body once ached,
And now I celebrate,
The eternity to our love,
And the holiest future.
I have found a work of art,
To place on a base, in my heart.
Love; oh, love!
I am nothing without it.
Poem – “Have We?” Romance
Have we expended our future,
Unto the stars?
Have we made ourselves saviors,
With mercy to our belonging?
I sit as a witness to your artful form
That shows shimmers upon a velvet torso.
You have made a God whimper before you.
He was me, the man to whom loves you.
I sit beside you at the elongated table,
And view your beauty in all colors.
You have eyes that show sparkles in blue,
And cheeks that have the deepest hues.
There are reds, in those cheeks,
There is a blue, in those eyes.
You have a face, that has been swollen from kisses,
I have made a mark, through the fame of you.
I am a father, to you, as my child.
So beautiful, with shades of black upon white,
You are desirous, though retain all urges,
To be upon the white, but remain in darkness.
Have we expended those stars,
That are above us in the clearest blue?
Will our kisses at once be shared,
So deep to reach the ocean’s bottom?
I had once made a child who knew to see,
The crystal, the caves, and the ebony.
Dialogue – “The Empirical Assumption over a Man’s Awareness to Romance”
Q: As for your belief in a woman’s way to make herself attractive, are you able to explain why you believe it is always necessary?
A: Attraction is like butter, when melted, not frozen, and the connection of love and devotion will make a man melt into a woman’s attractive appearance. Should a woman be hideous, objectively so, then a woman will have made herself a stone, for the man to chip away. She will have turned him into a slave, working with pickax at grueling work. Love will not be smooth in this, and a man will see his romance as he sees his own life.
Q: What does a man want from love?
A: Rest.
Q: Rest should coincide together between a man and a woman. Is this not correct?
A: It is not correct, because it is not competition that drives a man to want a woman. At least, it is not competition against her. He will not want to challenge her mind, challenge her knowledge; he will want to challenge her heart. Her heart will be more attractive than her face or form. To think of her attractive appearances as melted butter, will be a correct assumption, because an appearance should be made easy. The heart of a woman challenges a man, and he will face external challenges to win it.
Q: And why should a man not challenge her mind?
A: It is because to challenge a woman’s mind will more likely cause him to befriend her, over romancing her. Love always begins at a glance. As for friendship, between a man and a woman, will be the same as a man befriending another man. He will feel like a homosexual, should he not be a homosexual, when he chooses to challenge her mind.
The Most Bled Wound
Yearnful
heart, with sickness amassed,
I am the beggar, of all desires,
So that I may lift, the veil,
That shrouds, your shoulders.
I
see Heaven, placed upon, your mantle,
I see Hell, swirling, in your bosom,
I see breasts, that swell, like beaten limbs,
I see, that compassion, has died.
A
tear falls, from my eye, and to my foot,
Where lays, a stem, from some forsaken bough.
A sigh, is released, from my heavy chest,
To meet, with the coldest winter air.
And here is my demise, in seeing your shame,
Raving in the darkness, under your blame.
I
know my heart, is cold,
It is ivory, and holds, no red,
The most bled wound, is yours,
That is a heart, squeezed of life.
I was cruel, and you remain, to see,
To see, the guilt, I harbor,
To see, the flame, of sickness,
A fever, I aim to end.
It is a fever, I aim, to make cold,
Cold in the tide, of my own blood,
When my hands, come, to know mercy.
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