Naughty Nymph II

Beneath the duvet... I do convey... A purpose, a passion... Such fun, in quite a fanciful fashion... The thought, the thing... The thoughts that you bring... The touch, the feel... You begging upon your heel... My Muse, My Pleasure... A temperature for only your measure... -Madamchryzl-

Narcoleptic Nymph

In a loving dream... Last night you came to me... In a loving dream... The half moon granted me mercy... In a loving dream... Our shadows projected endless figures... In a loving dream... My reality manifests residual triggers... In a loving dream... Erotic demands and sounds rest on my loving sheets... In a loving dream...... Continue Reading →

Sorrowful Head

Heavens abduction is unavoidable... With solace, I grant you my hand... My heart... My embrace... Bodies, voices, and hearts disappear from all around us... The moon knows no wrong... The sun beams in your presence... Life and pain have been lovers beneath the apple tree for all of time... Let's rest together within its shade... Continue Reading →

Loud Ghosts

The ghosts speak louder these days... Their voices help me see the ways... Beautiful light... Awesome might... Listen, now they understand love your life... They now know all of your human strife... -Madamchryzl-

Un-Real

In the world of Make Believe, I am yours… Positioned In Love… In a sphere of Pretend, you love me… Held tight in your arms… In a realm that Never Existed, I am real… A whole entity, undivided… -Madamchryzl-

Months

All of my hours are absent of you... Oh, how clock cries blue... The earth spins, despite my cries... Night passed with no guise... Nights and days are void of pleasure... Agony is the only applicable measure... -Madamchryzl-

Paint Me A Sky

Waves upon waves, Come hither the moon... Days upon days, Kiss me, Mister Sun.. Stars upon stars... Wrap me in your darkness... Blue skies upon blue... Grant days, cerulean and true... -Madamchryzl- Painting By: MadamChryzl

Moon Howler

At the edges of your bed... I pray, Thou not turn red... On the cusp of the edge... I pray, Why did thy fledge? Paws to the ground, too afraid to fly... I pray, Moon howler, let me not die... -Madamchryzl-

Poor Me…

Forever woe, is Me... My reflection has become nothing to see... Shamefully, I let My Muse run free... There are not enough words for me to plea... He left no secret door, no key... My Muse escaped and ran free... Forever, woe is me... -Madamchryzl-

Mister…

Hey Mister... Can you let an 80's Baby cry? Did you have to let her bye? Why did you? Why did you why? Such an 80's Baby cry... Sob baby... BABY Sob... Hey, Mister... Let an Eighty's Baby cry... Did you have to let her bye? -Madamchryzl-

Mr. Machine

Oh, Please, Mister Machine... Tell me, what have you seen? Could you possibly, really foresee? What My Love, has done to me? Please, grant me fortune and love beyond... Nod your head, Oh! Wave your wand... My cheeks colder, without the kiss of my lover... My Eyes, have dimmed into a lesser color... -Madamchryzl-

5 Good Minutes

5 Good Minutes Snuggled up close, Rosie and her youngest son sank in deep beneath the fluffy, pastel down comforter. Though she was asleep, in this moment, Rosie was grateful to have dodged insomnia. DAHN! DAHN! DAHN! Rosie turns over.  Being quite used to experiencing rather vivid dreams Rosie assumed the sounds where part of... Continue Reading →

Two

Two Two voided lovers left... Leaving behind concept... Holding only their flagstsaff.... Wavering just at half mast... Two voided lovers remainders... Both remain hidden as strangers.... -Madamchryzl-

Your World

Your World Your world will always be your own... Ripened fruit from the seeds that were sewn... Unapologetically your universe circles within its own galaxy... A world upon entering that had quickly taxed me... A glorious fortune of hurt encrusted within gold... A chest full of ache diamonds hardened by a heart so cold... -Madamchryzl-

Disappearing Act

My beloveds image slowly disappears each day I wake... I mourn the vision and rhythm of each breath he may take... His outline I am unable to hold... His appearance has grown less bold... He fades from my vision but not from the place where darkness beats... My four chambers is the only part that... Continue Reading →

Wrong I Write

Wrong I Write Wrong and right... Weak is might... Love to fight... Up all night... Distant sight... Rigid plight... So contrite... Eager flight... Held so tight... Failed height... -Madamchryzl-

Stevie Nick’s

I Can See Were Thinkin Bout The Same ThingsAnd I Can See Your Expression When The Phone RingsWe Both Know Theres Something Happening HereWell, Theres No Sense In Dancing Round The SubjectA Wound Gets Worse When Its Treated With NeglectDont Turn Around Theres Nothing Here To FearYou Can Talk To MeTalk To MeYou Can Talk... Continue Reading →

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