Confession I

Oh Father,If there was a reasonForSurpassing Soulful treason...He... He,Would be my reason...Oh...A heart...Oh...A soul...Oh...He hides...Charging,It's toll....Oh...SO tough! Oh!So bold!Oh...A delicate heart.. He is unable... To hold...Oh! HE! OH! Me!Such carelessness,To see...Oh!To let him,Hold me...Oh!Such enouement...Oh!Such,Darkle, Spent...Such,Sand sinksIn such,A cosset..-Madamchryzl-

Red Pleasure

My Madam of Red Pleasure has become less easy to please… I try to serve Her blindly; though, I am quite a tease… Newly constructed avenues to Her have been delightfully painstaking… Only the deepest of the universes are ours for the making… Her power rests on the shores of unattainable satisfaction… The reward, is... Continue Reading →

Birthday

December's storm of the century... Birthed a new worldly energy... Winter's Tornado could not prevail... She was born to battle this hell... He paced to the lyrics of Crazy Train... Heart beating faster than the rain... Fear only a young mother can feel... Yet skin numb to the cold steal... Skies quiet... A Mom's might...... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad VIII

Narcoleptic Nomad VIII I dream of my ancestors dancing across the black sanded beaches of Italy... I wonder if they looked like me... With hair darker than the coast and sunsets as romantic as their hearts... Sweet wine... Fragrant vines... Stones and spirits as old as time... Escaping such love is a crime... A baroque... Continue Reading →

An Ode To ‘Dirty Dancing’

🖤Dirty Dancing🖤 Familiar songs bring comfort and pleasant memories... Her heart goes, bump bump... As her kisses come in three's... His heart goes, bump bump... Giggles turn to sighs.. Her heart goes, bump bump... Cradled, unlike a baby, though she cries... His heart goes, bump bump... Plush cotton heavy on the skin... Her heart goes,... Continue Reading →

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