This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
I am oceans of sunlight
Spread upon the floor beneath your naked skin,
Smearing liquid diamonds of nectar
To glisten up your hardness,
Fragrant lava oozing over polished, salty marble.
I melt beneath your touch and weight,
An angel wrenched from the stars,
Dribbling holiness upon your demon length,
Sin impregnated deep inside me,
Darkness imploding, erupting with fire
Within a core full of broken dreams.
You hold me in this purgatory,
Steel against my conscious battle,
Spurting your lust to the core of my heart,
And I am fallen in your arms.
Hold me here,
For ice storms build
And you drag me to sweet
Hell in flames,
Burning agony of desires
Fulfilled beneath your thrusts.
I cling to you,
My doom within,
As the light fades to grey and
The stoking ceases,
The sweat drying us
Together cold and still.
A necklace of pearl upon my breasts
Slides down,
A viscous arctic sea foam along the freezing shore,
Drying, crusting,
Leaving a chilly wake of musky rind.
I lift your taste to my lips
And chill your empty gift with my eyes,
Hard and cold where once
You were hard and hot,
Blowing icy rejection where once
You were feverishly grasping.
Demon love,
Infecting souls,
The angel turns
And bites you back.
Grasp I now the way you forged,
And I leave you past in history
To shoot my spears of cold into their fearsome future.
What I desire,
I shall take in frosted spirit
With feather patterns of fathomless ice
Adorning this now empty temple.
Their tears shall fall and build my lust,
With frozen silver lace veilng
The beauty of this winter queen.
They shall lift the veil
And be lost in the snow,
Frozen in abandoned passion under my kiss
Until I shatter their fingers in shards
Away from this hollow hall of once-loved.
I am ice
Formed at the cooling of your bitter forge.
You have created winter
And I shall rage until my season is done
To be carried away in a swirling storm
Before I am lost on the howling wind
To find you wrenching another from the stars
And haunt your new
Hell forever.
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
I am oceans of sunlight
Spread upon the floor beneath your naked skin,
Smearing liquid diamonds of nectar
To glisten up your hardness,
Fragrant lava oozing over polished, salty marble.
I melt beneath your touch and weight,
An angel wrenched from the stars,
Dribbling holiness upon your demon length,
Sin impregnated deep inside me,
Darkness imploding, erupting with fire
Within a core full of broken dreams.
You hold me in this purgatory,
Steel against my conscious battle,
Spurting your lust to the core of my heart,
And I am fallen in your arms.
Hold me here,
For ice storms build
And you drag me to sweet
Hell in flames,
Burning agony of desires
Fulfilled beneath your thrusts.
I cling to you,
My doom within,
As the light fades to grey and
The stoking ceases,
The sweat drying us
Together cold and still.
A necklace of pearl upon my breasts
Slides down,
A viscous arctic sea foam along the freezing shore,
Drying, crusting,
Leaving a chilly wake of musky rind.
I lift your taste to my lips
And chill your empty gift with my eyes,
Hard and cold where once
You were hard and hot,
Blowing icy rejection where once
You were feverishly grasping.
Demon love,
Infecting souls,
The angel turns
And bites you back.
Grasp I now the way you forged,
And I leave you past in history
To shoot my spears of cold into their fearsome future.
What I desire,
I shall take in frosted spirit
With feather patterns of fathomless ice
Adorning this now empty temple.
Their tears shall fall and build my lust,
With frozen silver lace veilng
The beauty of this winter queen.
They shall lift the veil
And be lost in the snow,
Frozen in abandoned passion under my kiss
Until I shatter their fingers in shards
Away from this hollow hall of once-loved.
I am ice
Formed at the cooling of your bitter forge.
You have created winter
And I shall rage until my season is done
To be carried away in a swirling storm
Before I am lost on the howling wind
To find you wrenching another from the stars
And haunt your new
Hell forever.
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
