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Everything's better when you're holding your beloved in your arms
I woke up one day face down in the sand
weak and confused I tried to stand
as my eyes adjusted to the midday sunshine
I saw my beloved along the sand line
the beach was littered with splintered remains
the broken masts and window panes
of a broken ship lying deep in the sea
there was no sign of life, only her and me

I ran the whole way and collapsed by her side
I picked her up and found a place to hide
deep in the trees, I placed her in the shade
beneath a tall tree near and tried to find aid
I searched the whole island but no one was there
darkness was coming, I hadn't a moment to spare

we built a shelter deep in the trees
and every so often there was a pleasant breeze
the water was fresh from the spring nearby
and we had a clearing to watch for passersby
we tried so hard for things to stay the same
but after a month nobody came...

we became happy and lived on our isle
beautiful views stretched mile after mile
we put a small note in bottle and tossed it away
hoping someone might read it someday.

two years later it washed ashore
on a beach near a city with a million or more
when opened up our letter was there
and put up on the news nearly everywhere
"don't look for us, it wont help you at all
we've got all we need in each other after all"

off on our island we lived out are lives
unbothered by all and if anything survives
it'll be that we found true love on our own
now we are king and queen with our own little throne
my skin tingles under her gentle touch
my back to her, surrounded by clothes and such
I gasp as she trails my spine
slowly slithering in a perfect line
creeping upwards to my core
my body aches for more
I quiver beneath the wave
of amorous pleasure, I am a slave
as she traces the line of my jaw
and my eyes gaze back in awe
she brushes my ear , as if to say
"you're mine" and my thoughts slip away
the feel of her fingers upon my neck
turn me into a broken wreck
i'm useless, I cannot stand, let alone retreat
I wouldn't anyway if I'd get to my feet
she creeps around and feels my chest
as if to feel my heart, but she already knows that best
I tilt my head back as if to gaze up at the sky
but grin as I meet her eye to eye
she licks her lips in preparation
my heart skips a beat in anticipation
as she bows her head, a kiss upon my lips, she softly bites
oh dear death where are the lights
I cannot deny the look in her eye, I am her throne.
I am hers, I cannot move. I am hers alone.
Stolen words from my mind
Quickly turn to make me blind
With fear in my eyes I turn away
I’ve lost all the words I wanted to say
They reek of death and disease
Then again it’s the dark side I please
If darkness could speak would it be my voice
If life were mine, would it be my choice

something dark within me seeks its way out
could I stop it if it made me scream and shout
in agonizing pain as my insides decayed
would I turn to a husk, gruesomely displayed
upon some freakshow wall above a fire
or would I be made into piano wire?
put in tune with others like me
as we played a dark gloomy symphony
while a vampire danced with his soon-to-be-bride
would I find courage to jump out or hide?

doubtlessly now you think I'm insane
otherwise you'd have words to blame
but you know by now they cannot control
the entity me, though I am not quite whole
speaking of holes, why six feet under
its not like the dead would awake with thunder

enough idle chatter, I know why you're here
to take me away from my mansion this year
shackle me up like my words said you would
tie up my wrists to posts made of wood
i'd laugh in your face and declare you a fool
your torturous ways will only make me look cool
quickly, sleep has taken me
under stars is where I lay
I wonder what things I'll see?
even now, what can I say?
there's nothing like a good dream

loftily, softly, I find my love
its nothing to be ashamed of
there's nothing to be afraid of
this is what stories are made of
lets see what this dream holds
even now as it still unfolds

after all this time, its been so long
never have I seen something quite
gorgeous enough to make me long
ecstatically for the bright light
let's turn on the darkness tonight
another acrostic, quiet little angel
streetlight spews in across my floor
makes its way to my closed door
over my head it comes and I stare
oh death below, oh wait... you don't care
this light is demonic, beautiful to me
hell has gifted me with a she-demon you see

taking her time, she straddles me here
am I dreaming? she whispers in my ear:
let me show you what a demon can do,
**** a man with pleasure, yes you.
I've never been more entranced
never before had our lips danced
give me more, I wrap arms around

don't beg for mercy, demons don't give it
evil little succubus, oh god I love it
my heart races, my blood starts to flow
oh dear death, my true form will show
no, no. torture is sweet, within a demon.
how many of you noticed that this poem spells out
"smooth talking demon"

also look at my response to this called Delicious Darkness
If darkness could breathe, i'd be the air
And she, water for so close we are
Yet so far...
together we are fire
we blaze through the night
the earth is our bed as we gaze at pretty light
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