The natural attribute of my inquiring intuition

Coerced me to tread passionately in the wake

Of this provocatively, entertaining creature

To analyze the abstract desires of her mind



She peeks just up over her lovely shoulder

Capturing the dazzling quality of my image

From the corner of her harlequin green eyes

As she licks her lips insatiably with hunger



Ultimately this woman approached me fearlessly

Exuding the very spark of unmistakable attraction

She then began stroking her fingers through my hair

Caressing my face with her assuaging touch of heaven



Softly rubbing my chest while whispering risque enigmas of pleasure

Oh, how I could feel the air of her pacifying breath blowing in my ear

While her alluring cave of magic chafed against my yearning serpent

Not one word was spoken for she could sense my crave to fornicate

In the incandescence of this empyrean nocturnal rhapsody

A remarkably rare yet, aureate creature appeared before me

From nightfall until daybreak she smoothly crooned an infinite array

Of enamorous symphonies to which I naturally could not abstain



A subtle spark of ardency was cast upon my sauntering pneuma

Inundating me into a catalepsy of which I zestfully fancied

Her charisma suckered me in with ease, illuminating my euphoria

Masquerading my pervasive mourning, cauterizing it to ashes



Each lyric alleviates the suffering that I have so hazardously acquired

Every note speaks to me in a language unknown to the community

The tasteful euphonies that perspire, carefully assuage my heart

I raised not a finger nor did I enunciate a single word or syllable



Her musical prowess completely squandered me with passion

Jauntily I danced to the cadence of the beat scouring my veins

Ceaselessly I could bathe in the essence of her bubbling sound waves

Never shall this finely crafted music pause, It shall remain on replay

Anonymous happenings of amour

Unexpectedly saturated my psyche

I had collapsed within the clasp

Of a strikingly luxurious beauty



She possessed the voice of a deity

That cradled and swayed me fervently

I nuzzled like a helpless infant yearning

For the serene brush of her lyrics floating



Into the depths of my ears, entertaining me

On a level that no musician has taken me before

Her opulent lullabies trek across the midnight skies

Educing infinite collections of laudable appraisals



The supersonic sounds of her tantalizing melodies

Hypnotize my senses to widely varying degrees

Leaving me in awe as my jaws sink with astonishment

Her beloved tunes will reside within my heart forever

Seized by the ever so passionate caress of the dazzling nighttide

Underneath the sparkling twilight of the enchanted starlit skies

My ears were serenaded by the beloved sound of your voice

Carefree we journeyed deep into the after hours of midnight youth

With nothing but the cadence of our hearts swaying us along the edges

The intense spark of romance had swiftly become an airborne ecstasy

Driving the yearning desires crawling within us directly to the surface

Darling please rub my heart and tell me that you feel what I am feeling

This magnificent power that you bestowed by just a subtle hint of a whisper

Struck me with such a powerful impact making it hard for me to walk away

Along a narrow, vacant street at 2 a.m.



Underneath the threatening lights of peril



An act of ******* was taking place between



A beautiful cigarette and the orifice of my lips





Halloween had not yet dawned upon us



Yet as I walk Jack-O-Lanterns smile at me



Displaying minor quakes of bloodthirsty evil



While a serum of scorn soaks my tongue





With a heartless trick of ice, cold malice



Summoning the entire town to its kneecaps



Devils regurgitate lullabies resembling the sound



Of nails ****** a chalkboard sparing no mercy





Arousing the hopeless romantics



To awaken a graveyard



And **** the corpses until they're



Resurrected from their comas





As the nymphomaniacs ice



Their frozen flesh with *****



Painting an ocean of abstract thoughts



Across the edges of their frames of mind





Do morticians make up the majority



Of necrophilia related crimes?



Maybe so but, I bet they had never felt



A ****** so dry and so cold





Yet still the thrill of chills tickle these criminal's spines



While they measure their screams careful not to awaken



The beautifully disgusting corpses that lie before them



They turn their heads only to find a pair of scarlet eyes





Gawking at them from within a cowardly shield of fear



Darkness was it's home, Mother to all its desires



In my opinion it was just a phase; A massacre encaged