satin sheets against my skin,
put silk to shame.
Red locks thrown against the pillows
plead to be caressed.
...
The dark has set and i creep out.
My crypt, my home for all eternity.
Im neither dead or alive.
Are there anymore like me.
...
Storms and tempest,
make me cringe no more.
Like a cork on the sea,
i bob and drift.
...
verde antiqued and bottled.
victims i choose not.
click of cork i hear,
seductivly i soar.
...
Ensconced in your guarded bastion.
playing to good to be true.
Darling deceiver i've seen more,
and that speck of yellow hue in you
...
kiss me, if this be my last night,
for i dont know if i return.
This world must i leave
and journey back from whence i came.
...
Heya, I did dabble in a little poetry while at uni. This is my first attempt at serious writing. your welcome to leave your comments and thoughts.)
Jezebel
satin sheets against my skin,
put silk to shame.
Red locks thrown against the pillows
plead to be caressed.
sinewy hands on the clock
herald another hour of shrouded passion.
who would the night bring to my fortress,
what kind of lover would he be?
plodding along the old oak steps
my paramour it has to be.
Drowning in a vortex of kisses
bathed in the moonlight,
our limbs entiwned, where love rushes to meet.
Will you love me for ever? ,
asks my neoteric lover
Starry eyed and all wide.
A shrill laughter esacpes my throat...
' Love is ephemeral and fluid,
venal and some times vile.
It isnt for the faint hearted
said i.
Its for the jezebels of the night '.