Sunday, March 22, 2009

Lust

In my den, I wait,
Wait for the likes of thee.
In my heart , I weap,
I weap as thee lay asleep
Asleep in front of me.
In my eyes, I've fear
Fear of losing thy soul.
The soul that is thy beauty,
And that beauty belongs to me.
One night as thee came to me,
In moods and swings of joy.
That night was the night of sorrow,
The sorrow that is to be...
Feeling the warmth of thy soft skin,
Whispering the pain in thy senses.
Holding thy slender back,
Stabbing with blows of love
Only love... and nothing more.
Until there was none...
No life in thee, and nothing more...
To this day i weap.
I weap for the horrid night,
I weap for thee,
I weap for the beauty that I now own.