You gave me no killers for,
you want to feel the way,
in this game, my love, you have no say,
you want to feel the pain
but i am bound by chains
or so i feign
where the roses are boring
lust is pouring
the melting candles are a shame
and we do not fit in the frame
foreplay is forgotten
love is no mood
my fingers don't fondle
my arms don't cradle
they welt till you wince
for you are my dark prince
when the bed is warm
emotions are a storm
this is no lovers night
your juices flow
like a virgins blood
with every kiss you bleed
your pain i feed
on the dim lit walls
shadows fall
and when in orgasm
you call my name
your dark soul i claim! !
hhhmmm a dark desire of love and passion, well written my friend............Thanks! for the sensual read! ! ! 10+++
my fingers don't fondle my arms don't cradle awww.... Reshma the wizard..
A dark mood well expressed. You paint a dramatic poem picture. Warm regards, Sandra
Dark Desires and Stark Emptiness.......... Filled with angsts and anguishes!
So much a power poem.... so much darkness there and no way to escape! I did listen that 'magic works' 10
VEry touching indeed........oh, I find this very disturbing and very deeply intriguing...Very well written.
-Anticipation...lonely hand awaits -my disease is terminal- ...the only cure, is a kiss...! (medicine dropper) administer small dose of LOVE, Day by day, thou Orb's Light grows stronger, as the stars in the sky linger SO SHALL I! Linger eternally for your smile... Hugssssssssss Peace Angel of Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
**Reflections in Illusions Speak truth in the dark Studded like stars The veils in folds Seven thousand in number The penetration needed The gaze of highest intensity Beyond time and space How would have the splash And the music of water The splendid water lily Had the scents of jasmine From the back of antelope When the last breath Before the explosion Of the mounted masculine That creates The music was celestial At the ascent That might have had Notes we discover A string of rebeck Or the hollowness of reed Hearkened One such note Half breathe Your body turned fluid In ethereal evaporation The dark feminine cloud The dark womb of earth Into smoke in waters By beast birds in space Like aroma of wild flowers The intensity of love Was the song That leaning neck On the shoulder of beloved There are reflections in illusions For the eyes to behold Of the unseen