astride my hips i feel the shift and comfying settle of a body leather encased
About having no control and being raped by life…in a very destructive manner until there is nothing left but sadness, illness, and death.
I bite; I drag your skin upward with my fangs
And I suck hard, leaving a tattoo of love.
Our hips grind but I am free.
Between seduction and consumption,
She waits under brilliant lights,
With music and temptation,
She lingers in the night.
The music beats like hearts,
The bodies twist and burn,
She moves as hunting starts…
No stutter on your words
Just a devotion on your lips
Playful divisions of esperance cloud,
Judgement or pause
Through what chimes
Points to an open door.
Storing loss so you don’t have to remember
The Silver Woman in the white room takes blood from the walls,
always shifting her gaze eternal
The world spun and lifted and glowed and drifted away from him.
You never meant to go this far.
The blade goes in, a little deeper each time.
The pain, a sweet release of all held inside.
Lightening struck in the blood red sky and with it came tumultuous rumbles of thunder, so loud it sounded like the sky was opening up.
I do not want to know
stories about the affair you
I do not want to hear
Gossip tilt your affair
I do not want to see
Intimate scenes behind
If it until I know
Get out of my life
do not play with me
do not be…
A hotel recommended by Dracula himself was definitely a place I wanted to visit.
Oh you poor thing, your lover killed you on top of me
Let me introduce myself to thee
I am a 400-year-old vampire buried under this oak tree
They thought the stake would end me
But they missed my heart b…