Post by Balthazar on Nov 24, 2008 23:32:13 GMT
Hey guys, just thought I'd share:
Enticing Bite:
Its not at the heart of me,
Not even close
Its not your heart I feel but your pulse
I feel it each time we meet
I see it in your eyes
A look so sweet
With open arms I embrace you
With hidden charms I seduce you
With open lust I infect you
I know you feel it too
But you chose ignorance
for that hidden bliss
You bask in your pain,
In that suffering you so beg for
the blood I tithe is more for you
For every bite I take
The lights blur and exstacy is pure
I feel the wake in your breath
And with every night in which i visit
your light fades a little more
And mine grows more euforic
Soaring hearts and burning flames
If my heart could soar then on the wings of your words it would
take flight, and with those words from the heart of you I would
take comfort
If only the light in your eyes shone through the dark that
pervades your past, in time we two may find that light and feed
it with our hearts, minds and souls so that it may flourish into
a blinding beacon.
In time that light may fade and with it the feeling felt in our hearts
and yet the spark will forever struggle against the growing
dark so that it may one day be re-fed. Refuelled.
Shared with others so they may see the light I see in your eyes.
But for now, let we two cherish that light I see in your eyes
the fires that burn deep will burn and immolate our past pains,
creating from the ashes a wholehearted future to be embraced with
hearts and hands.
That light will then banish the dark, defeat it and bring us to a new
horizon in which there is only future, only the welcoming hopes of new
life, new love.
Strung like her heart
She prowls the night like a feral beast
Her face a mask of pleasure
Yet with the strings of her heart she cannot let go
She tempts them into her web
feeding on their dispair
The strings of her corset so tight
As each one of them fails to enchant her
She shoots them down with evil glances
The strings they bind and constrict
She is beauty and not humble
She uses her gifts for her pleasure
Constriction, she loves the feel, the control
Each failed attempt spurs her on
She attacks, its all she can do
Her heart once broken is now repaired
She feels nothing but the pleasure in their pain
The solace of her being is to pure for even her
With strings she holds her heart closed
She enjoys the attention
Taking what she can and giving nothing back
Her heart, like her corset is strung tight
Warding off prying, unwanted intrusion
Let me know what you think guys
Enticing Bite:
Its not at the heart of me,
Not even close
Its not your heart I feel but your pulse
I feel it each time we meet
I see it in your eyes
A look so sweet
With open arms I embrace you
With hidden charms I seduce you
With open lust I infect you
I know you feel it too
But you chose ignorance
for that hidden bliss
You bask in your pain,
In that suffering you so beg for
the blood I tithe is more for you
For every bite I take
The lights blur and exstacy is pure
I feel the wake in your breath
And with every night in which i visit
your light fades a little more
And mine grows more euforic
Soaring hearts and burning flames
If my heart could soar then on the wings of your words it would
take flight, and with those words from the heart of you I would
take comfort
If only the light in your eyes shone through the dark that
pervades your past, in time we two may find that light and feed
it with our hearts, minds and souls so that it may flourish into
a blinding beacon.
In time that light may fade and with it the feeling felt in our hearts
and yet the spark will forever struggle against the growing
dark so that it may one day be re-fed. Refuelled.
Shared with others so they may see the light I see in your eyes.
But for now, let we two cherish that light I see in your eyes
the fires that burn deep will burn and immolate our past pains,
creating from the ashes a wholehearted future to be embraced with
hearts and hands.
That light will then banish the dark, defeat it and bring us to a new
horizon in which there is only future, only the welcoming hopes of new
life, new love.
Strung like her heart
She prowls the night like a feral beast
Her face a mask of pleasure
Yet with the strings of her heart she cannot let go
She tempts them into her web
feeding on their dispair
The strings of her corset so tight
As each one of them fails to enchant her
She shoots them down with evil glances
The strings they bind and constrict
She is beauty and not humble
She uses her gifts for her pleasure
Constriction, she loves the feel, the control
Each failed attempt spurs her on
She attacks, its all she can do
Her heart once broken is now repaired
She feels nothing but the pleasure in their pain
The solace of her being is to pure for even her
With strings she holds her heart closed
She enjoys the attention
Taking what she can and giving nothing back
Her heart, like her corset is strung tight
Warding off prying, unwanted intrusion
Let me know what you think guys