Writer's Companion

Writer's Companion

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Her Passion

Her Passion
Through the wind and the rain she walks the night,
With ebony hair, ivory skin and rose petal mouth,
Pray you do not catch her sight.

Evil dwells within this heart and beauty dwells outside,
You think that you can melt her heart,
But your time is short, she bides.

Oh how sweet that tiny waist and heaving chest,
You wish for a pillow for your head, to rest,
But take heed my warning if you wish to live,
Sharp teeth she hides and no love to give.

You have only one thing that she desires,
Your crimson blood will light her fires,
She'll show you heaven and take you to hell,
Her black eyes will hold you in her spell.

Inside her crest you'll fly so high,
But your final breath will be a cry,
She'll let you inside and let the passion flare,
But you don't realise, she doesn't care.

While your seed explodes and your mind cries out,
Her teeth will pierce your neck no doubt,
While white seed flows and passion grows,
The crimson falls from your neck in holes,
Into her mouth and through her veins,
You will never feel love again...

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