words seduced leaking wet on fainted paper submerged By love adored by lust.
yet I write about you.
endless sonnets that comes to me like a dream in my head.
words sincere like a bloody red.
phrases that tease porcelain soft pale barely freckled skin and turn them a fever Red.
the emotions I convey kept inside a wet dream as I drown to be yours every day.
the kiss in the boundless dark that I feel every night.
the touch that makes me ache as you revisit me in dreams of lust and fuck me mercilessly every night.
the endless callouses blisters to bleed.
yet my sentences compelled you killing you softly in a forbidden twilight.
yet always to watch you leave is sweet sorrow.
your sexy sway.
your toned dimpled back and a catlike arch to melt me in the quiet.
your breasts pressed against the fabric as your cleavage leaves me in ways of sweet agony.
your thighs hugged together as you are alone in the dead of night.
every punctuation caress the thousands of pages bleeding out my soul as you are my only muse my object of affection.
yet I'm weak to lose you.
yet to die without the love of you is unbearable.
as others think I'm mad to love.
fore I'm only poet.
dying in the throes of my poetry.
killed by the warmth of a woman.
yet my heart beats are steadily yours.
if only not in a poet's dream.
I want touches of soft delicate fingers that prances yet belong to me.
in a reality made my own.
yet I am a king in exile.
waiting agonizingly for the queen.
who attentively watching my velvet satin maroon throne.
©darkdeity
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