sulking in the heated lust
shadows of a daunting nature hunt
sacred understanding victim of the horde
it is an honor to be captive to devilish devices
seducing the night
sacrificing tears to the dark
on my heart’s altar
a soul after eon’s scars
entering one life, then exiting
just to come in and captivate you anew
secretly I confess to my damage
love has altered
to be a curse in desire’s throes
my haunting vision disturbs
in sequestered dread, I pine with unruly lust
with a sickly pallor, I massage the beast
rubbing my sickness
darkly inviting still
alluring my intended closer
bidden, he takes note of my disarray
listening to a silent breather
a snare for a fragile soul
bound by unseen ties
of entangled dreams
with jagged edges against the fading light
monstrous appetites stir
echoing the pulse of the Ouija
hemorrhaging lusting dripping
through the dark’s catheter
as phantoms draw nigh
and I bite savagely
the air thickens with the smell of rusty pennies
devoured by the harlot with no heart
ouch! I sting after that, sting with lust – tasty bites of prose there, Crimsin – spiked with the lust of Adagio, no doubt, and can he spike ya! xx
good morning beautiful poetess thank you graciously from us both it was a pleasure to create with him I’m happy you found it pleasing 💕