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

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Lust

The colors of dawn
A cloud of butterflies
Spring

Chandeliers and candles
Burning desires and fantasies
Smoking

The illusions of the mind
Linen,
Light fabrics flying

A soul and her temple
Blood and milk
Roses and tits

Art on skin
Wine from the heart
Explode my ecstasies

Feed me to the wolves
And in spirit I will arise,
A daughter of Pothos

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Phantoms

The demon in me
Check the shell and spill it’s secrets
Like and egg on a bare rock,
Before the sun for the world to see

The mind is an inferno
Ballads of the dead echo
Within the classics of the ancient
The winding chains around my heart

Pour me some blood
Quench this lust
And sooth my lust
The loins of a young maiden I long

To feel the warmth of her skin
With the sweat running on my back
Her veins pumped on her neck
And my fangs flashing in the moonlight

The death of flower
Withering with each kiss
Lies another body on my chest
The phantoms in my dreams

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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

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