thorny screwpines stop,
musky fragrent flowers enchant;
blood scented ecstasy!

I will write a poem in your soul
With the pieces of your eternal tenderness.
I will draw every letter with your lust
Letters to the contact of your skin.
I will gather the words with your passion
Even get to rhyme your beauty
And reach the ecstasy of your love..

i wonder if you still have the memory
of how it felt to possess me
or how sweet i tasted,
our bodies pushing against each other
screaming in your brain
burns of the third degree,
just like mine
a ghost in the background
taunting, yearning for ecstasy
bathing in endless torments
a martyr for your love.

What length dies sorrow,and dies joy what breadth;
What fool claims this 'the ecstasy of death'?
What show these withered springs,these summers dimmed;
Show what autumn leaves,but man's last cold breath?

Last vial of mirth spilt, and last vial of grief;
Lies what fun in this mockery of relief?
Awaits calm? And think lingers good ahead?
Stands but far from the prospect of belief.

All the hearts of lead,all the hearts of gold,
All the timid,meek men,and all those bold,
All the kings and subjects,masters and slaves,
Must all hear death,hear all its truth told.

Death is dull and cold,death is all but joy,
Death is nature's decree,death is God's toy.

I want to feed my soul in this darkness of the night where there are only words of love for the wind that brings whenever my laments of the stars and the moon are the words that come from the Heart when screaming in these walls your name is my skin it bristles up to the lower part of my body in my bed thinking of you. I am giving free rein between my legs every time you miss me how are you from your body I feel it inside my moans that come out of you I want to satisfy this that I carry in my soul today I need to feel so panting and I need to deliver my juicy fluids of sublime love Today I want to shine like the stars in the dark night sky where we return our senses enveloped in the flames of love as ashes emerge in this sea of ​​fiery lavas between kisses and caresses in the light of the full moon where it tends its radiance under the bodies ****** giving intensity in the forbidden caresses between her lips to feel her body so Blime is drawing the scam tours of my body that awaken the deepest of your skin among them my scent that is born from within as burning embers leaves me wrapped in your body leaving traces of our meeting in this place where you are

The ensemble was quiet.
And strange voices talked.
While I stood by the pillar against the big wooden door,
Looking around to see if I could dance that night.

Lights hung low from the elegant ceiling
Of that hall,built with a distinct victorian taste.
A girl in pink, sitting by the staircase, rested her cheeks on her hands,
Looking around to see if she could dance that night.

Then the ensemble played.
Lights grew bright.
The hall turned into a boundless ballroom.
And music moved the numb hands and feet,
To chase each melodious note,
Down a surreal abbey,
To the realm of a passionate,ecstatic relief,
I had not witnessed before.

This cast a spell.
My eyes sparkled.
Her eyes sparkled.
We moved toward each other,
With an irresistible air of this divine passion guiding us through.
So we danced that night,
To the 'mellow' waltz.
And we danced thereafter,
To the 'mellow' waltz.
And we danced infinitely.