Oh, as the moth doth fly on fickle wings Towards the fiery flame that unfolds, So to do I flock the same as the moth Towards the brightly burning heart that you hold. And as the moth doth warm his weary wings As to bathe in the basking of the light, So to do I soak in a sea of love And rest in your comforting arms of night. And though the moth may knoweth not Why the light of the fragile flame doth glow, I can see the lig...

The heart I have found, in her breast where it pounds, Completely confounds and resounds with the sound of the souls that are bound and devotedly drowned. For her love they sink down in darkness abound. For she is the gowned, the queen to be crowned, And we are the clowns so humbly allowed To completely surround our mistress like hounds. To beg on the ground at her feet, at her mound, Yet looking round I feel a feeling pr...

Are we not both roses grown from the same bush, Budding and blooming with petals grown flush? Are your leaves green as the green of my own? Do your thorns not prick as mine own be known? Surely our scent be the same, for how could it not? Yet you’re praised as sweet while I’m passed and forgot. Does the red hue burn brighter in you, Or are you more soft and supple in view? My stalk stands strong and my nectar is sweet, So...

His lips like velvet, luscious and lithe. Supple and soft, a delicious surprise. Each kiss does caress across tremulous thighs, Between breaths and sighs you tremble and writhe. Dark and demure, a despondent delight. A nightmare amongst dreams of pleasure and fright. Cooing and coaxing, captivating the night His lips taste lovely, with bitter sweet bite. He looks at you coyly, as to ask, “May I please?” You’re pulsing and...

Towards siren song I saunter on, A lust so right, a love so wrong. Into her arms, as good as dead, Her kiss sinks deep and blood flows red. Into her blouse and down her skirt, I feel no pain, it does not hurt. My life drips off of onyx lips. My fingers tremble and eyes eclipse. Her raven nails that dug and scratched, Grab a smoke and light a match. Oh, garter belt with nylon hose, A blood stained bra revealed from clothes...