Now the introductions are now over

now the talking does begin in earnest

how do we play this game

dark and ***** or all clear to come

  

It's all good however you want it

I have a very yes, very open mind

sometimes to some a sick one

but I think it's rather **** to be rather ill

  

So let that naughty sparks alight

let it burn all through the night

cyber me to I want to make you mine

I will be the doctor and you can be my nurse

  

If we get sore from our endeavours

from the whips and leathers

we can heal each other

healing licks of saliva

  

Take it easy if you want to bite me

but if you make me bleed I would love it

I play dark and ***** when I take you there

as does with my empire and my names here

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The way she looks at me

the way she talks to me

it does hurt me with yearning

that lusting wanton greedy thing

  

I see her eyes narrow liken to a bird of prey

that look of intensity as she stalks me without delay

if this is her sweet way

I will so work it out to play

  

This is forbidden fruit

something I should not do

but hell do it I will

to make her gush and fill

  

Oh yes I want her babies

in this fantasy world of the free

here we can play our games

with none being at all tame

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Our meetings in the park

you in black against the greenery

and that look in your eyes most mystic

does make my mind stretch like elastic

I hold out my gift to you

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet


How many years have I been alone

how many years misunderstood

then you walked into my dying and gave me life

your face glowing with goodness I see that is true

for that and other wonderful facts, I do love you

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet


I am not afraid of my feelings anymore

I have endured much to find you

here in my pocket I have something for you

it's a data chip proclamation

it opens folders never unfolded

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She knows I listen to her silken voice on the radio
that cream on red lips in black velvety love
casting tunes to the airwaves for all to hear
yet she is far away but not yet not so near

I told her she could drink with me
if she wanted sip from the same cup as me
by my honour I would lay my sword down
and in attributes of taste give her the queens crown  

I am one that most can not see
and only a few do understand me
I came here from a far away land
so my language they don't understand
but here I write this to you my skilful lady
yes and somewhat writing poems daily
I learn a tune or two when writing to you
so your secret listener bows to you, my lady

  
 By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSoalris

Oh those noble creatures cast to winters end
our storm crashing on the rocks coming strong
watch the foam falling on lands end

Last Of The Pure Of Her Darkness

Know wed I will be
in communion of her
and our darkness
will heal the world

Yes the last does meet the last
in sweet love dark and secret
I know that she knows my name
and when we meet worlds will end

  
She does make me show my banners
I am hers to command
I am just a warrior
that she gave being

  
Oh do I hurt for her
oh I bleed for the want of her
my blood is hers
and hers mine
and I will love her
till the hilt of time

  

I am compete and pure
dark and Jet
one you knew many times
one that is back in black

  

By ChristosAndreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Solo forever solo
my dreams eternal
my endless isolation
has made merry this way

In this vast ocean
star to star I do drift
giving dreams from my blood
giving driftwood a hope of land

Never to claim happiness
for so many are unhappy
and there will be no justice
till only tears of joy are shed

My saving soul
how I try not to cry
for all I want to do is heal
as I'm one that never dies

  
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Daddies going to **** himself
he told me last night
told me he was dying
and god does he do a lot of dying

I know my dad is a compulsive writer
the fool works himself to death
but look at the hunger in his eyes
I think he will live forever

He gave me the banners
that burn of poetry pure
and I cried as he cried
as he walked out the door


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris