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February 04, 2005
Her Picture
She is anxious, her skin raw,
She feels the blood, tortured red,
Slithering in her , as her heart pumps,
And the scent sours, as she has obsorbed
Tinted metal and mercury, dosed in red
Unchained, corrupts her within, oozing
Eager, wanton,seduced and bothered,
To her center, leaving traces of
damp affection, raw, needy
In her head, a goddess is bared
In all her majesty, left on an alter
Of black cold mosaic, naked, twiching,
Hands bound, feet in chain, her face painted,
In gold and silver, eyes made in black,
Lips crimson red, And then, there comes
The Ghoul, the beast, one eyed, crased,
Horns grown of his head, majestic,
All naked, coarse hair covering his frame,
He finds the goddess, stands in horror,
Of the contrast, that has been made
He holds her legs, caresses the skin,
Leaving his demons on the portrayed,
The touch, the texture, the scent,
The lines that flow and shape, in
Hues, cream peach and pink, the
Subtle curves of the beloved,
Her thighs, her nest, the soft
Flesh of her belly, her bossoms
Delicately drawn, the neck, the face,
The eyes, and her mane, beauty in abundance
So displayed, he stands aghast, tortured,
He turns, flees the stage, the light goes dead
She is anxcious, her skin raw,
In her head, the day is near,
The night spent, the goddess alone
With no one to claim, the beast is gone,
Without a trace, and she waits, she waits...
Posted by Idinraha at February 4, 2005 04:44 PM
Comments
What a tease!
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at February 4, 2005 11:48 PM