Satisfaction

Was it you?

Was it you?

The one I needed?

The one I wanted?

The one I….

The dying moments of our love

Of this escapade

This poetry

That we created

This music

That we shouted

This writing

That we painted

Those dying moments

Showed me and you

Us…

Us…

The discarded petals

Of a fallen flower

The wasted drops

Of a vintage liquor

The trashed floor

Of a forgotten temple

It showed me

Showed us

Why were wrong

Why this was wrong

You were not my need

But a luxury

Not a desire

But a dream

For the moment I loved you

Was the moment my love died

And I stand here satisfied

But hollow on the inside.

Seduction

Tip toes she does, into my abode

Stepping in delicately, sans any rush

A single glide, through the silk

Now she stands, portraying on the drapes

A figure of beauty, essence of ecstasy

A source of radiance, image of poetry

Stringing on her lightly, a delicate thread of temptation

Her loose gown, flows down menacingly

Concealing little, yet hides it all

The cloak of a mistress, the bodice of a lover

A sight of pleasure, taste of desire

A fountain of sparkle, noise of Angels

Closer she steps, each one a glided performance

Enthralling me for eternity, scintillating each moment

Like a petal falling from a Rose, whisking in the air

Her locks wave behind her, dancing to a tune

A signature of perfection, moment of elation

A writing of romance, painting of summer

Crouched on my bed, a look of seduction defines her

She teases me sensuously, taking me further

And then throws me back, more with pleasure than touch

Now atop me, a devilish smile appears

A statue of creation, light of Creator

A ray of winter, touch of fear

Dancing on her lips, a sparkle on the red

Something on those curves, a secret to be told

They part now to reveal, intentions that are cruel

As one hand covers my eyes, blinding me from vision.

The Dream of Love

In this dream that I saw

Me and you together

Singing in the rain

Under the cloud cover

Not marred by the cold

But enjoying our warmth

Feeling the numbness

Shearing the pleasure

Holding our both hands

Looking in to your eyes

Searching for your gaze

Yet blankness I discover

Looking straight through me

Undermining my existence

Like a brute odd force

Separating our relation

Oh then do I realize

That it is not true

For in reality

Through me straight you won’t look

This is just a nightmare

A cold play memories me, fool

For in real, you are dead

Never to be in vision

Queen of the Dammed

Lately i've been forced to sing

To hum the tunes of unholy repel

Bound by this sickened ring

My misery to no one i tell

Bound in this marriage of doom

My husband feeds on my wounds

With a demon i share this room

And wait for eternity to be fumed

Our minister was not a ghost

Rather the worshipper of such a spirit

To the dead we made a toast

So much of blood spilled, so explicit 

Our honeymoon in the valleys of hell

The celebration was evil and sad

Falling into this infinite well

My lover no longer that lovely lad

But all this pain n suffering that i fought

The bigger goal in my mind was scanned

My husband i killed with a single gun shot

N became the fcukin queen of the dammed

Loving a vampire

With a heavy heart I shut this door

An only opening for you

I wished to set you free

But made you instead a monster

Now you feel me inside you

More than I would like

This flow of mine you sense

No hope left for you now, dear

I wish I could take it back

Only to have you back

But of this creature you have become

I can only be food.