Sanguine Kiss

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Sanguine Kiss

She whispered words into the night

That lapped and rolled across my flesh

Touching my mind

Caressing my soul

 

Cradled in the moon’s luminous arms

Her succulent alabaster skin shimmered

Tempting my restraint

Arousing my desire

 

Her eyes blazed with emerald fire

And held me rigid with fear

Quickening my pulse

Silencing my screams

 

Her full blood red lips swollen with hunger

Parted slightly revealing glistening fangs

Dripping with sorrow

Shinning with death

 

She covered me in sanguine kisses

And I felt her essence pour through me

Polarizing my blood

Condemning my soul

 

 

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muaddib commented on Sanguine Kiss

07-29-2009

i was seduced by her once i think she said her name was cyndi yeah with an i

lustfulsoul commented on Sanguine Kiss

07-28-2009

"Polarizing my blood Condemning my soul" Intriguing. You have a way with words. Great job!

soulwriter commented on Sanguine Kiss

07-15-2009

You never cease to enthrall my senses. taking me places that I would not normally go, and when I do step out of the shadows of your words I feel a bit enlightened for having drank every blood red description.

Vincent commented on Sanguine Kiss

07-15-2009

She calls her self Beautifuldeath, but her soul is, as she is, a Beautiful LIfe. She is a warm as the sun, more beautiful than a sunset. She is all woman, and she is a great poet. smiles Vincent

TheAngelOfDeath commented on Sanguine Kiss

07-02-2009

"The life i once new..Drained before my very eyes...As i lay their in sorrow...i feel the warmth of blood running down my neck..Then as that part of me hits the ground.. I am no more.." You Touch me..Just as the soul of the lost trys to guide the unworthy..so i give you my soul to do with as you will. As you have giving me this work of art to ponder over.. Only to make my work more worth while. Thus bringing forth..Anouther generation Great poem 10 from me Amazing work yet agin Grim

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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