I have succumb,
and I will again,
over and over and over.
Are pleasures of the flesh truly
blasphemous? Please...
label me a sinner.
Or have the true Gods
blessed me with this
divine enchantment
that I may have your touch...
Skin so soft I dream of silk
and velvet,
or angels wings that caress
my face,
I melt inside myself
and am never satisfied,
the incessant want
is always present.
Please, touch me again.
Run your fingers across my lips
and trace my cheeks with your hands,
brush against my eyelashes
kiss me softly
hold my hand.
Such a sweet and tender caress,
fills me so full of bliss,
my stars burst in the night sky
my sun sets, filling me with
reds and golds,
Please, touch me again.
Only demons seduce by touch,
but surely from seraphims
you have come,
to make me leave this world
in ecstasy,
to make me whole
to make me come undone.
COMMENTS
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Dragonrouge
19:20 Mar 01 2008
I love the ending!
A good poem!
:)