- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Sale of a Soul
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Click hereWith the coming of the darkness
he pressed on with bad intentions
the heat of the dream too much
to push aside, too hot to ignore
He saw her everywhere
her every curve became his
winding road, her voice his
only song, the way she
curled her lips to light
his flame that birthed her fire
The magic in those hips
the way they swayed across
the arches of his dreams
the silver pallete of her temple
where her breasts lay milky white
there in his midnight dreams
the lure of her attraction
erased all archives of his lust
as the river of her eyes
drowned all his good intentions
Oh, to want someone so bad
to feel the need to devour
to satisfy the carnal hunger
He is ALIVE because of her
he breathes new breath
that's somehow sweeter
he walks between her
parted thighs to find
a treasure undefined
He is the soldier of her needs
the mentor of her moans
He is the one who came to please her
For one taste he would
sell his very soul
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- COMMENTS
RhymeFairyover 17 years agolike this, very much ~~!!!
You have a very distinctive pen my friend.
I see twigs set afire
left burning, turning
into an inferno ~
My Erotic Trailover 17 years agoI felt the passion of your pen in your write, some of the poem eluded me but its ending cleared up what your intent meant... (~_~)thanks for the read
