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[title] => Candle
[time] => 2005-09-20 22:19:08
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[bodytext] => The night strikes down upon me swiftly Causing me to fall Into the sanctuary of my chamber To whom my soul it calls. I find myself slipping into serenity In this wondrous place And as I lay there in a daze I find no smile upon my face. This causes me to be restless As I repeatedly toss and turn Then suddenly I realize There’s a fire that in me burns. Who will help me entice the flame? Who will help the fire grow tall? So that I may burn with all my might And finally, graciously fall. I thought no one would hear my plea My soul losing all hope and joy A shadow answered my wicked prayers My beautiful gothic boy. The one and only creature With hair as black as night And skin as pale as the moon He gives my soul its fright. My little gothic boy With eyes as gray as steel And nails as sharp as glass He’s too beautiful to be real. His eyes change from gray to black As he stares hungrily at my skin I yearn to feel the touch of him And begin our intimate sin. As he comes towards me I feel myself begin to quiver His voice calms my very soul And he gives my spine shivers. He fiercely embraces me His breath against my lips As his hands travel down my body And rest upon my hips. Our lust has no control As our lips meet This is desire, this is passion This is heaven between red silk sheets. The kisses become heavier His teeth graze my throat A feeling of pure diabolical rapture As I scream a high note. We begin to come down Out breathing slow its pace The high from out act still lingers And there is a smile on my face. My ears pick up the sound Of a Helsinki vampire As I close my eyes Falling asleep and in love with my sire. I want to stay like this Where lust and passion does not lack To spend eternity in his arms And live like Sally and Jack. I know he truly loves me That I have no doubt Swaying in and out of happiness And finally my candle’s flame goes out. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 13 [informant] => night_goddess666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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