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there was no escape
your soul bewitched mine
the instant our eyes met
on velvet nights
our bodies bled into one,
moonlight kissing flesh
a love so full of fire
the stars themselves
faced inwards to watch
our nightly worship.
- my heart still remembers your touch, does that make me wicked?
i feel you
underneath my skin
swimming in my blood
teeth on my throat,
nails in my flesh
under moonlight i wait
hands open
heart ready,
willing you, my love,
to come claim me.
- beast he named me, beast i am.
Makei Sep 5
I am not quiet
Yet somehow I’m quieted

I’m hardly alone
Yet somehow I’m lonely

I have so much
Yet somehow feel empty

Im falling
Then sighing
Then crying

I’m left to myself
Struggling to breathe

But there is another
Who sits there beside me

I whisper softly
Yet somehow He hears me

I kneel alone
Yet somehow He’s with me

At first I feel hollow
Yet somehow He fills me

Even when I don’t ask
he’s still there to save me

I am imperfect
And yet, He still loves me
HTR Stevens Sep 4
All youths admire thee to a high degree,
Thou fair image of youth: Vitality.
Thy fragrance of youth; thy zeal and fire;
Steadfastness for Truth; these youths admire.
Mark Wanless Sep 3
new demigods,twitter, facebook
call all souls to worship
we type in obedience
ah everybody knows this
Nigdaw Aug 30
We will come to you in the end
On our hands and knees,
To worship at the altar of nature.
When money has become worthless
Cars are chunks of useless rusting metal,
And all the technology in the world
Hasn't saved our sorry ***.
J J Aug 21
Along the grass,beneath the sky
The draconic sun vitrified
The lover figurines.
Flattening them
Adjacent to the surface,
Skin blent in crackly tessellation,
Deforming to fit the sphere,adhering to it's
Wondrous silence.
Frail limbs minute,heart's heavy as whole islands.

Is it not love embodied to lay defined as an image?
To be held as shatterless glass,reflecting it's deity's melting
In progress, 'neath the star that impelled a shelter,
The star that paved their meeting,that overlooked
Their life and death in a predetermined stasis,
The divinity that shimmered underfoot at all times,
The star that held all places of the earth in one.

The figurine lovers, faceless mannikinis
Sentenced to worship forever without a choice,
For prior love, for prior sins,
It matters not--they rot and twist as the Sun's play-dice.
I kiss you
All over
Your entire skin
All the places you hide
From the world
From yourself
I kiss you
not lightly
But hard and deep
So you feel my energy
Go into you
With pure golden love
That what I feel
Is real
And that you
Must see
Yourself in the way
that I do
And love and know
And the magic
And the miracle
And the pleasure
And the treasure
That is you
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