- Erotic Poetry
- Evil Seduction
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He calls out my name
Drawing me to him
A stranger, calling out my name
Lost in a garden under the moon
Moon grows more red the closer we get
Seducing me under a blood moon
Lost in a garden of dead roses
Roses turn black as my lips meet his in a sweet caress
Taking me in a bed of dead roses
Mysterious eyes burning with passion
Pain within me pulls me out of my illusion
Gently turning into deadly passion
All innocent sweetness is gone
He ravages my body and tears at my neck
My body trembles as I open my eyes…he is gone
Who was the stranger that called out my name?
Covering my ears…
Hearing his voice echoing, whispering my name.
What made the blood pore from the moon?
Staring up at the sky…not needing to ask why,
As I looked up hating he who knew all, damn the moon
Why did he take me in a bed of dead roses?
Wincing as pain surged up my back
Thorns piercing me like poison needles growing out of the roses.
When did innocents cause deadly passion?
Whipping a tear from my cheek, as I smelled the air
Aroma of sex, blood, and a little bit of passion.
Where had he gone?
Now knowing what had happened, holding my neck
Realizing I would as well soon be gone.
- COMMENTS
lostandfounderover 19 years agoI was going to try to write something like this. You create a vivid picture. Pale moonlight on a dead garden. The use of the rhyme scheme bothered me though; I don't like rhyming the same word. I would have liked to hear more of the seduction, more of the build up to the moment; the fear, the longing, etc. Still, you've got some good stuff in your first few poems. I for one, would like to hear more.
