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Guilty Pleasures

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Saturday, 9th October 2004 @ 06:23:24 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Bound tightly in leather straps,
Stripped of everything but your so-called “protection”,
That glimmering chain with your Savior hanging so solemnly near your heart…
I laugh, “He cannot save you now.”
Your weary eyes shed more tears,
Knowing that you will never escape…
Delicious, this flesh that glows with the light of the Moon…
Enchanting, that heart that flutters like a struggling butterfly in my grasp…
How you tease me, my little lamb,
With your shrilling screams…
Such music you make!
So beautiful, so utterly vulnerable,
This body that trembles beneath mine…
I gaze upon your radiant chest,
My eyes relishing on the wounds I have inflicted…
The flower, my mark,
She bleeds so gracefully…
My Muse, the crescent moon that observes my sinister ways,
Adorns your pallid flesh; crimson, elegant…
A trill note, in which I have been named,
Melodie; harmonious, enthralling…
What an artist I am!
I re-open the wounds,
And let the scarlet essence flow,
So I may have another taste…
Ah, so sweet…
You shudder so pathetically,
A muffled whimper escaping your gagged mouth…
“Hush, mon preceiux… It’ll all be over soon…”
Gently, I remove the gag,
Your handsome lips quivering,
Fear stealing the words you had so readily on your saccharine tongue,
A shaky sigh was al you could muster…
My fingers trail across every crevice on your scarred body,
My talons penetrating you, revealing you…
Another concerto of screams,
Filling the desolate air…
Your pain gives me pleasure,
Your tears quench my thirst…
Your essence, so beautifully red, satisfies everything in me…
I venture ever so closer to your source,
Leaving a bloody trail behind….
Kissing, lapping at every open gash…
Finally, I reach it,
Your sturdy thighs convulsing, spread wide…
I softly brush my lips against it,
Shuddering with delight from the moan you emit…
I gaze into your infinite eyes of Sorrow,
An evil smile playing at my lips,
“Your end is near, my love…”
You mumble a quiet prayer to your God…
He can’t hear you, little lamb…
He can’t, or He won’t…
I crawl seductively back up to you,
Licking my lips invitingly…
Another helpless moan,
You can’t bear it any longer…
Your lips clash with mine in a hungry kiss,
I have you now…
I kiss the nape of your neck,
Inhaling deeply of your scent…
My fangs seep into your skin,
Your body tenses only for a moment,
Then, with a final sigh of release,
You are gone…
As my eyes lingered upon your lifeless body,
Briefly, I felt a twang of pity…
My pleasures were satisfied by your death…
But, oh, how sweet it was to watch…
My sweet prince rests peacefully in my arms,
The leather straps still tightly bound,
Cutting through dead skin…
My love is eternal,
Two souls joined as one…
Forevermore shall I be your Mistress of Guilty Pleasures…




Copyright © FleurdeSang ... [ 2004-10-09 18:23:24]
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Re: Guilty Pleasures (User Rating: 1 )
by ElatedNBliss on Saturday, 9th October 2004 @ 06:28:31 PM AEST
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this is the best poem i'm read so far!!!


Re: Guilty Pleasures (User Rating: 1 )
by secretwind on Saturday, 9th October 2004 @ 09:08:47 PM AEST
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OOH yes the pleasure the pain.....

The Wind


Re: Guilty Pleasures (User Rating: 1 )
by ll on Saturday, 9th October 2004 @ 11:26:00 PM AEST
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good write.very long.


Re: Guilty Pleasures (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 05:31:14 AM AEST
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wow intense to say the least sunsual yet scarry at the same time gave me chills your so intense! More please!!
Michelle


Re: Guilty Pleasures (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 07:05:43 AM AEST
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wow wow wow, this was amazing,

pixie xx


Re: Guilty Pleasures (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 05:49:08 PM AEST
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I believe AnnaMossity named well the virtuosa Melodie. And you write her with such stunning clarity. There are buds that bloom only by moonlight, The Blood Flower is one such as this. He sleeps, and yet the haunting refrains of their passion still pull at him. He hears her sing ... every note ... and she, his Mistress knows, for she made it so ~ And she still sings for him.

Nazmythian ~
Fabulous Again, Stephy





Re: Guilty Pleasures (User Rating: 1 )
by tormentedpixie on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 02:39:17 PM AEST
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WOW! Very nicely written. You gave the reader such a vivid image throught the entire composition. Great work. ^_^




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