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What Dreams May Come

Contributed by Cancer on Wednesday, 22nd January 2003 @ 12:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



his raven hair wildly straying
like jealous, thorn-riddled vines
set to strangle
as they caress
beautiful
those eyes, dark pools
of nighttime knowledge
promising damnable delights
coupled with the sweetest torture
all the while innocently entrancing
not pouty or fat, but two FULL lips
painted black, of course
veiling filed off, white fangs
that sing for my neck
scrawny in a sexy way
as he lingers naked before me
stripped of needless accessories
his meat not monstrous
but, rather, an ample spike
for pleasurable imaplement
his soft whisper
a gentle exhileration
as it slides, silk-like, across my flesh
smooth as the black stockings
that hug his pale arms
his tattoos, few but meaningful
the Tepes family crest on his right calf
and a small crucifixion scene on his back
with his own naked form staring defiantly
forward from the cross
his real name is simple and unimpressive
so he asks that i refer to him as "god"
i comply, for i am coy and
submissive in his presence
my lord slithers across me
a second skin adhered by our sweat
kissing, caressing, penetrating
i surrender to any and every whim
and when we explode together
his entire existence paints
the walls of my mind
and as he fades to black again
i coil inward like a serpent
bathing in the cold silken glow
of my waking dream




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-01-22 12:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: What Dreams May Come (User Rating: 1 )
by Fiona on Saturday, 25th January 2003 @ 06:18:50 PM AEST
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I get it I get it! LOL...yup...niiiiiiiice....that is all I have to say about this poem...Good job haha.


Re: What Dreams May Come (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 07:16:27 PM AEST
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wow I liked this very descriptive. I got it but I didn't find it funny although it was well written as always.

Bobo (Joel)




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