[Blood and Chocolate on my Fangs]: 253.Poetry from a Twisted Soul.

Passion

An extreme heat
A heat from which there is no relief
The sight of him
Makes me this way
Makes me twitchy and squirming
A dreamy sensation
A love of him
A love of this
This sweetness that gives life
This blood and chocolate
Even after he is gone
This awareness remains
Like ice water it hurts
When he is sad or angry
I feel my claws unsheathing
I rise with this adrenaline’s
Thunderous power
Demanding him to respond
Demanding him to return my kiss
Wanting him to run in this night’s beauty by my side


Dark Passion

Soaring into the dark abyss
Bound so tight
By a single kiss
I slip deeper without a fight

Sweetest lips
I quiver with passion
At the touch of your fingertips
So much more then I imagined.

Hold me closer
Bite me harder
Kiss me slower
Move me deeper

Sweat glides down
Each touch hotter then before
Your hands sliding over my velvet gown
Makes me crave you even more


Beyond Broken

A blood soaked mind
Murderously dark
Behind these eyes
Brought to hell
By evil crimes

A broken heart
Grown so cold
So dark
Toxic pain
Laces every cell

A serpent
Sliping through the guard
Through the walls
A lie of comfort
Of release

A sudden cry
Brought on by the bite
Releasing all the pain and hate
Caused by years of brooding
In blood soaked saddness

Giants crushed
Good men broken
Man kind burned to cinders
All in the glance
Of these starless eyes