Era Of Blood Poem by Crimson Love
Era Of Blood
A love built upon lies, is a kiss from Deceptions wrists.
They doth beckon blade and tongue upon a crimson stained skin,
Blood hath set my words upon the flesh of Masochistic pleasure.
Yet forth is brought the era of blood...
Drenching the succubi tilll veins remain drained,
Beautiful drops fall into the mouths of those willing to taste,
share the love I willlingly gave, and you to shall be saved.
By the era of blood deemed fit to be called Crimson.
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5/2/2024 7:10:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In Your casual and usual fashion you highlighted Love. It is Imagery I wanna tell you was Highlighted. It's delighting to read this poem on Crimson by yet another Crimson! :) :) :) Best of luck young poet yet talented and matured in writing.............. Bye for now!