Wednesday, March 6, 2013
My Muse
Misery, she is my muse.
My sovereign flower of creation.
Burning my soul by her midnight oil.
Flicker and sway no tears to ash.
She smiles dauntingly towards my serene suffering.
Empower and fortify my heart with her icy lips.
Her nails dug deep into my skin.
My emotions revealed and running down her finger tips.
Come lie with me she whispers into my ear while tenderly nibbling at my sanity... inch by inch.
Staring ever closely at my naked chest all to exposed to her charms.
Closer she says... Closer.
Pinch and fiddle, tugging at the cords of my heart.
Embrace me she moans while leaping into my arms.
Struck by her I am, her beauty of malice.
Love me she yearns while pulling me closer to her.
Swiftly moving my hand through her hair as it entangles me in her passion of everlasting tormenting pleasures.
In her bosom rage is fueled, her venom consumes me as our lips meet.
A finale of sorts to encourage and strengthen her hold over me.
As she falls to her knees.
Lash and whip from her tongue she teases the very tip of my mentality.
From where I now lose all sense of control.
To the floor we fall, now together, we lay on a carpet of memories.
She welcomes me.
Now captive to her every desire.
The air from my flamed body slowly burning away at the sound of her voice and promise of freedom.
Tightly she wraps her thighs around my waste, pushing me down... down towards her.
On the floor, on top of all there broken shards of forgotten feelings.
I find myself wanting her, more of her, all of her, to have my way with her.
In a moment of lost sanity i thrust myself into her bosom.
Together now we sway, moving slowly and ever deeper into her loving embrace.
More intoxicating by every inch.
On my knees grasping her hips i wish to remain.
Finding that i am now the one at charge.
Driving myself into and over her.
My eyes filled with lust for her flesh.
She is cold and lifeless, yet together our passion burns away my world.
Take me she utters, while gasping for air as i lift her off the floor onto my knees and into my arms again.
From side to side I move her wanting body in this room now filled with her moans of painful ecstasy.
I dig my teeth into her neck as if to consume her for the very essence of my life.
I wrap her hair into my hands. Pushing her down beneath me.
Rolling over all my dreams on this floor now soaked with us.
Breathing her in deeper as our lips brush.
Stand she begs me.
Rising to this request, the weight of this world now ash settles on my shoulders as her ankles surround my neck.
I am aware of her ways and whit.
Wishing to conquer me once more.
Struggle against her i will.
For a moment.
Yet futile to this disposition.
From wall to wall I stumble with her grasp and grip around my body.
Into bed she leans me.
Between the covers she folds me into her again. A full day has passed.
Yet a lifetime in vain.
Looking into my soul.
I find myself giving my all to her.
In that moment she clinches, her nails dig into my back, her teeth sunk into my heart.
Her breathing deepens.
Her eyes poised.
Quivering beneath me.
Finally she lets go.
Pleased with my obsession for her.
Unsatisfied I am...
My being engulfed with desires for only her.
At her side I now lay.
My heart ceased at her dismay.
Longing for the freeing lips of demise.
Winter plum...
Misery my muse.
Death my mistress.
Cheated of my happiness...
My ever fleeting soulmate.
-RAL
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