By is it getting hot in here??? another bump to you terry :)
Date: 31 October 2000
in darkness wait
in darkness spent
the scent of fresh unturned earth was pugnent in the air
the air chilled
crisp
hints of things alive that would not be for long
the trees swung overhead in rhythm with the blowing wind
branches thick with bark, strings of fallen leaves clinging
to their stems that were once alive
i sit in the corner of the cemetary
i've always been fascinated by them
a place i should be, but don't have the rights to claim
such a pleasantry as eternal life
with these saved souls
who's only remaining memory is the epitath on their grave stone
but among these dearly loved, and sorely missed i find a comfort
i rarely find, and dont' go anywhere else to seek
here my body can lie, and let my mind wonder across the earth at will
when i was young in my eternal youth
i never knew of the great power i possessed
the beautiful women who once i craved while walking this earth
alive, with rugged flesh of a man
were now, a little pawn in my chess game
who i could move at my will
who i could arouse with a smile of my luxurious lips
here i am now though
in this place of haunted memories
among friends
here i release my mind once again
as it flows from me, into a world to cold for many to realize
i find her, i've been watching her for days now
unaware of her quiet beauty
she isn't like other women
she is dark in hair, with eyes to match, her lips lush and plump
ready to pick
her strength, silent she walks with a confidence that few women possess
she lives in the ruins of an old convent
she has made a home among the memories of saints and religion
for she is one herself
a religious zealot
yet she is beautiful, but what would on expect from a saint except only
perfection, and that she is, and i've longed to taste her
she lies in her bed now, in this hallowed night surrounded by old lace
yellowed around the edges from age
the light mellowed by the glowing flames of candles surrounded her bed chamber
her body enrobed in a white robe, not quite closing around her supple breasts
that i descend down upon and caress with my air ridden hand
her body arches toward my touch... a sigh emitts from her lips
i can feel the racing of her pulse now, which takes me all the higher in my arousal
i can taste her, oh her sweet innocent blood pumping through her veins that have been calling me as no other has ever done
i want to ravage this woman and take her as my own
but i know patience and i shall use it now
i release her breast and move down her lithe body stroking her with
my subtle touch, her sensitive sides that cannot help but react to my touch
now her sighs become louder as she parts her thighs for me
i realize she is asleep
i gather myself up, and i thrust myself into her
her body nearly explodes upon my arrival, i pleasure her the only way i know how
with unadulterated passion
as i weave in and out of her silken moist thighs
i think of my body lying back in the cold cemetary
and release myself into her
as i flow back into my body
i watch her now from a distance
and tommorow...
yes, tommorow...
i shall be with her again
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