Vesanus Lamia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I don't even know how this one came to be.

Submitted: March 06, 2008

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Submitted: March 06, 2008



To weep over such beauty
your tears must be forever shed.
As sobbing violins steal your heart strings
and make you weak with lust,
your knees shall buckle
in agony's mind.
Fall into my arms,
sweet angel.
My kiss that will leaving you gasping,
stains my lips with such reckless, unabashed desire...
Weep over me,
and I'll kiss your body until covered in red blossoms,
and my tongue never to know what anything,
but your life to taste.
Oh sweet angel,
so freely you give yourself to me.
Never have you known my joy
of the ploy of fiendish fates
and mistakes of insanity's whimsical blades and needles.
So this cloying scent
that chases away your rose petal touch
is much more appetizing
and worth my lust.
Oh your flesh for now is as pale as mine
as you sprawl out so beautifully
waiting for my caress to replinish your now fading warmth.

Dear Doctor of mine...
I do believe my hypochondria lessens it's grip on me and I have found feeding enjoyable once again and dear lord, even my virility restored.

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