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I won’t be free

Guess I’ve been staring so long,
into that glass
My mind is lost, 
from blurs of a wasted night

The curves were smooth
and the sweat was alive
Conjuring in the dark
A sweet sound of a temptress

The mind baffles the heart
Or the heart deceits the mind
The heart aches and desires
The mind screams and hooks

A shaved skin,
rubbed in oil
A fusion of mint and roses
Feeling my lungs with her breath

Guess I won’t be free, 
from the charms of her wet lips,
and the sharp gaze of her naughty eye,
looking back, from my glass within

image

Barmaid

Like a part of me
She hums in my head

The sound of her giggles
Waves of whispers
Spinning my mind into a frenzy.

I see her face
Flashes of her smile
Her free  eyes luscious
A barmaid

A short skirt
Smooth legs
Pumped up bosoms
The glass in her hands
And the scarlet liquid inside

How drunk I must be
Or rather foolish to the end
Of the last drop
From the bottle of desire
My lustful heart,
Longing for the taste of her soul

“One more,” I say
Until it’s dawn
Maybe not enough is forever
With her refraction in my glass,
I can live through the day
Until it’s dark,
When I walk into, her doors again

Another moon (sherry redo)

Guns and boots
Snapping dry wood beneath
Howls of the hounds
The chorus of their blood lust

My heart to kill
A maddening thirst
That devious maiden
But another to reminisce

I write to God
And all my appeals in vain
For I am a monster too
One to be butchered in the dark

With another moon to seek,
The true lines of her light of her orb
But the hounds draw in close
And I am certain of my demise