Through a glass of wine

The world through a glass of wine,
A ruby refraction of her curvy bosom
Round like twin apples,
Luscious and so inviting
Man’s undying hunger,
To suck once again on firm tits

Tender skin, soft,
An adventurous hand,  down her belly
Lightly mapping the navel
Before feeling the thread of silk around her waist,
On the hip side, raised slightly as my fingers run,
First slowly, and then quick, to the back of her knee

She moans briefly,
Abit surprised, or excited
the tingling feeling,  sending a million neurons,
To her mind, to the heart,
Racing, a rise in body temperature
As I breath, warmly on her stretched neck

She then whispers,
In a language of the two,
Her eyes rolling, lips wet,
“Sire, we are closing”
“You can’t sleep here again,
Taking with her, my glass of imagination rise

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Conscious, confined

Tormented, deranged,
The world from upside down
Walking on a silver sky,
Looped in luscious echoes,
Reflecting memories of her silhouettes

An angelic beauty of youthfulness
The streaming river of honey
Down her fountain of ecstasy
From where I drunk cups of pleasure
Tethering my soul to her trickery

I now burn from within,
A fire dragon of intoxication
Boiling cells in my blood,
Racing through my now rusty heart, 
The rising temperatures of addiction

The shrink and the poet

A shrink she is,
To my troubled self
Swirling thoughts,
blurry silhouettes,
Beautiful shadows,
Cast by a twilight

She smiles like it’s sunset,
Resting cordially in a sofa,
Cross legged, hands on the knees

Her neck straight,
That I see blood pumping in her vein
At pace slightly above normal

I swear I would kiss it softly
Like a vampire, letting her feel my warm breath,
Onto her moisten skin,
While I smell her youth,
Like strawberries, red and luscious

Crazy i am,
But truly I know
That I need her next to me,
And not across a glass table,
Reflecting a magnificent sculpture of beauty,

But our bodies kissing,
Sharing sweat and warmth
Her voice melodic, echoing
And Her smell filling my lungs to the soul
Elating into bliss
And moaning in ecstasy

And yet, she fights the urge,
To claw across the table
Biting her lip salaciously
Listening to the words of a deranged poet
Luring his prey for a kill

Her majesty

Watch for her fangs,

She digs deep into your throat

Tearing quick through flesh

Like two needles into wool

Easily and noiselessly

 

Your skin fires to a new sensation,

You then hear angels sing,

Loved ones humming,

A soothing melody like in a cave

Echoes dying out farther

 

And so you let your eyelids down

To see with the mind,

Cheerful faces and white gowns

Standing around a milky fountain,

Overflowing onto the snowy floor

 

Streaming slowly into a little pool

Lying in it, the white queen

Visible, the smooth skin on her thighs,

Appearing briefly as she turns,

You swallow hard and loud

 

Her long white hair falls on the shoulders,

And just enough to cover the twin deer

But not what your mind can see

The perfect curve lines running around them

Appearing soft like cotton candy

 

She raises her hand, grabbing yours

Pulling you slowly into the milky pool

Letting you sit between her legs

As your back rests in her chest,

Your skin rubbing smoothly against hers,

Wrapping her arms around you

 

Your head rests on one shoulder

Her mouth close to your ear,

A gentle whisper, hissing lightly,

Steadily calming your heart beat

 

You feel the warmth of her breath,

Like steam from a cup of hot coffee

Moisturizing the skin on your neck

A point when it all freezes

 

The humming stops,

Fountain freezes along with the stream

And suddenly, a prickle like,

Sharp and intense,

But only for a second

 

Then time runs again,

A single drop of red,

Splashing into the snowy pool,

Slowly, it appears to dissolve

But fades not

 

And suddenly, a rumbling

Sweeping through like a wave

A moment when all changes

 

Many black cloaks surrounding

Red spreads quickly from the tiny drop

Filling up the pool, into the little stream,

Then the floor, and lastly the fountain

 

Her long hair now looks deep red

The air smells dead, metallic

Her breath and flesh, cold

She howls, flashing her fangs

And the shadows cheer

 

The vampire queen!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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