- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dark As Night
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Dark as night, her black hair flowing in the breeze, her
eyes sharp and focused on any movement, even the blowing
leaves.
Red as blood, her full lips are pursed. Ready to kiss the
warmness of her first.
Her cloak, black as coal, her dress deep violet and when
she moves it flows.
Shoes so quiet that you swear they had no heal or no sole.
For when she walks there is no sound as her steps touch the ground.
Her skin so pale, her beauty so deep. One wonders, does she ever weep?
Standing alone on the top of the hill, so steep. She spies her first and feels their heat.
She quickly moves to his side, showing off her beauty with pride.
He smiles and seems not to care, his eyes taking in her
image with a long wanting stare.
She opens her mouth and begins to sing, a melody so moving and so enchanting, he thinks it has a familiar ring.
He tries to run, but is stuck in place.He can not move even when she touches his face. Her hand trails down to his softness of his neck. Feeling his heart beat upon her finger, she takes from him what she needs, not wanting to linger.
Not caring whom she stikes, she knows what she needs, and desires, not caring how much they fight. She knows she will win in the end, wrong or right.
She smiles as he slumps and she feels full and like she can take flight.
She wipes her sweet lips and disapears into the night.
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