Misty kisses, made of a gentle moist rapture's desire, wherein is a fantasy's erotica found
Caresses of touch sought, their rhythm an eternal echo of angels' whispered sighing
A gentle accented song softly mixed with a rebounding beat of my hidden soul,
A symphony choreographed by the night's mistress's conducting,
Gentle moonlit rays entice the tides of desire, beckoning, releasing, a passion longed for,
A passion almost found, yet never touched, never brought to completion
A heart yearns for the touch of a lover dreamed of in the shadowed realms of my spirit
Oh that he would come.
Then, as a cottony night's breeze comes over me in a slumb
Tis only a dream, a beautiful wonderful song of the night
A hauntingly beautiful melody that in my heart rebounds
Stanzas of love's whispers eased through lips of insincerity
Echoes of what any foolish heart yearns to believe
What do you ache to know as truth?
Could a heart, nae a soul be blinded so to the rays of reality's light?
Visions of what once was dance as shadows of clouds casting doubt
Melody changes, chords of minor ranges are struck
Dream founded in ethereal desire turns on its heel to one of pain
Lost in the mysts of its now darkened demeanor
Your spirit cries out, tears of blood form a river seeking, asking
Where is the truth o
We Bleed Immortal's Red by LaColombeDeDeuil, literature
Literature
We Bleed Immortal's Red
Red tis the color of the passion of our life's flow
Red we all bleed ah but how that color I need so
For tis in the red of a mortal's veins there I find
That which I take, painlessly till ecstasy does climb
So silently, ever so quietly do I slip ore thy windowsill
To press my form aside thy own upon satin sheets till
Fingers extend from my porcelain fine hand, seeking seeking
Out the silky strands that upon thy pillow are spread peeking
Out of the shadows of thy room in the sheerest moonlight
Ah tis sheerest bliss I have found this shadow filled night
Whispering soft as the most gentle of night's summer breeze
I console thee, I extol thee I i