you were my muse.
my once deep conceived fantasy.
even now that you are gone I see myself wanting you from the grave.
no matter what dark forbidden tendencies lurk beyond the veil.
I still want you.
I still need you in my dreams.
a silent haunting.
just a benevolent touch beyond a shallow grave.
cuz my lovesick fantasies they live beyond the realm of the living.
to yearn for someone who kissed me with more than life itself.
yet loving you was a lovesick tragedy.
a ballad of soft toned porcelain features turned to flame.
and oh how I wanted to dance in that flame?
practically bathe in it.
your sandy brown long hair.
your baby blue eyes.
your porcelain yet sunkissed golden soft skin.
your hourglass tight little frame.
your breasts that made me want you even though I was doors away.
your pussy wet which I dreamt of every day since the day we met.
your ass that perfect little ass that had me unable to speak.
yet My dreams were wet with the rivers of poetry not yet born.
yet were you a angel nor devil?
I just wanted you in my arms forever.
to love such a beautiful hell.
yet my dreams are all I have.
of our accidental love.
doomed to love.
tragic to fall.
yet I didn't fear the fall.
I dreaded losing you.
suppressing my darkened deep ceited depression.
hidden behind vacancies of watchful eyes.
anxiety causing my nerves to be shot.
yet no one understands.
how to love so much and lose greater?
to be the one left behind.
to want you.
All the time.
knowing our love was tragic.
but my love was blind.
©darkmocha
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