Walking in the forest was I
when I heard a plaintiff cry
begging me to give her aid
a desperate and 'prisoned maid.
Locked up in a tower was she
all alone with her misery.
“I'll let my long hair down for thee
to climb up here and rescue me”.
I thought this was a little unwise,
a wicked glint tinged my eyes,
a knowing smile, and feeling smug,
I gave her hair a hefty tug.
Down she fell into my arms,
muttering curses, gushing charms.
Over and over we tumbled for fun
rolling about in the midday sun.
I noticed the rip in her dress
so her thigh I did fondly caress.
Respond in kind she promptly felt,
loosening off my trouser belt.
And her father's lock on her chastity
was no match for my skeleton key.
Even though he'd chained the door,
his daughter is a maiden no more.
© Pagan Paul (2017)
In ancient meadows
of green velvet,
the gentle wind
whispers a melody
of lost love...
"On top of Old Pines,
all covered in
I lost my true lover,
For i was a bride no more"
-Sweetly singed the
maiden, voice of
down where the
blue river swiftly flows
Oh maiden of white,
Don in veil and dress, black as night,
Your voice projects dark tones,
To calm the cries of bright halos.
Oh maiden of white,
You dance under the moonlight,
Your shadow hides the truth,
To expose the lies of the world's boons.
Oh knight of light,
Clad in gear and mail, your face out of sight,
Your bravery showers the evil,
To show your smiles of good will.
Oh knight of light,
You cut through your foes with might,
Giving out an outstretched hand,
To turn every person into your friend.
Oh maiden and knight of white light,
Together you hold hands and fight,
To show the world, light in darkness,
While loving one another relentless.
No, a moan
Her hands unconsciously roams,
Ravishing her supple young body.
In the shadows of the room,
Stood her very phantom-
A stark naked god
Whose nudity the nymphs would worship
And watching keenly with silver rimmed eyes, he did.
Offering her erotic images concocted by his immortal mind.
With a gasp, she wakes after a breathtaking orgasm.
In the dark, only his eyes she could see.
Susceptible and drawn to him, she felt.
But out of his back, wings sprout.
Its heavy beats fluttering the white curtains.
And into the night sky he soared,
Never to return again,
To his human lover
Whose dreams he had only existed
He was anonymous.
the midnight hour
and the night creatures stir
the crystal moon
peaking from behind
ominous looking clouds
like a beacon of silver light
the forest breathes
the ground gently sighs
as nature slowly inhales itself
a symphony of cicadas
float through the air aimlessly
like a melodic breeze of sorts
a multitude of
tiny s p a r k l i n g stars
as if an artist had painted
each one individually
in the darkened sky
and one rebellious shooting star
unable to stay still
for another minute
to an unknown destination
her bare feet
by the cool stone
of the garden path
gently guiding her
a tad bit further
into a hidden sanctuary
of old concrete pots
filled to the brim
and bronze statues
with forlorn faces
and petite hands
reaching for the sky
off to the far right
a tiny path
draped in briers
to be explored
by only the bravest of souls
without a second thought
her pale skin slightly torn
and a few angry briers
grabbing at her hair
the forests embrace
all at once
her eyes set upon such beauty
moonlight forcing itself
through the thick cover
reflecting off the silver tipped leaves
so generously w
around her smooth black ankles
kneeling with her hands in prayer
the most exquisite statue
with dark dead eyes
looking to the heavens
her perfect face
kissed by the moonlight
for a celestial answer
by her simple beauty
not wanting to disturb her
she nods gently out of respect
and takes leave of the sacred spot
never to forget
her chance meeting
with the black maiden
You’re the summer breeze in the city of skyscraper love,
Where teardrops have always needed pearls to shine,
To bring back their smile.
You’re the lipstick stain on your city’s memories,
A teasing reminder not of what’s gone and past,
But of what’s yet to bloom.
You’re the last sip of expensive wine on christmas eve,
Filled to the brim of newfound happiness,
So that it lingers in your senses,
Till the sun rises in protest.
You’re all this and so much more,
A maiden of march on summer’s shore.
Yet I heard the season’s gossip yesterday,
Whilst I bet on how you will conquer,
Your dreams today
I love you
Kitty I love you
I don't want you to look back on me as
A shallow person, or less understanding
please know, though I was demanding
A whiny brat I'll admit that
but I'd like to think
you would not think me naive
I love you, please don't forget
I'm never lost, because I remember you
I drift on but if I get one last wish
Don't let me be a drag,
push forward holding my hand
You don't deserve this shit
But I'm too selfish to let go
You always said "People are better off without me"
But after this I doubt it,
You'll be a little less caged without my woes
Spread your wings, lift your nose
And I probably never meant much in your life
I know you liked my but where would I be
When we're 23. Why would you even want to call me?
I doubt I mean to much, but I hope I mean a little
and I know it's a slap in the face to you if when you said you loved me you meant it
and please do not blame yourself
I love you wholly
Every nook, every page
subsidized by your love every day
Let me be a warm memory
and I didn't know or help you
but you let me die happy,
And I know we didn't kiss,
but the last taste on my lips
When I say "til morrow fair maiden"
Will be the golden sunshine rays
in the sweetest rum that is knowing you
that numbs the pain, so I will go easy
into the calm night, but I'm not gone
I hope I will live on, as your friend.
I am a ghost now but
If your not busy on a weekend or on a flight
I want you to hold my hand
You don't need to tell me it's okay,
But still I selfishly beg you don't forget me
I'm not gone, not even farther away.
Even though I didn't fit my skin,
Let's be friends.
It pains me to imagine,
my final feeling being discarded
But it kills me to think
Of your love being disregarded
So Kitty if I really didn't know you,
But my heart tells me I do,
So I'll go out on a limb between heaven and hell,
And say I love you.
I love your enchanting eyes,
When you say comforting things,
and believe it or not your sneezes are the cutest things I have heard my whole life,
I love your heart,
Your so understanding and comforting, despite your challenging life
I love your spirit,
You are a princess but your too modest to hear it
and I don't lust for you, but it is a beautiful thing seeing you dressed.
So please don't hurt when you get the news
I'm dead but I did love knowing you.
A due, fair maiden,
my time is thru,
know I rest easy,
so my last words: