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By greysky Date: 2001 Aug 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.12.00.35.20768]] |
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With both hands open must I slay this beast that does creep and crawl and mew its pain from these darkened corners of my soul this part that does whisper your name in endless repeated soliloquy of rising gasps with tortured sighs Must I also slay it for these dreams nay these horrid nightmares the beast does bring leaving me always in tormented sweat twisted sheets, torn up beds with tears for what will never be streaking slow upon these wasted cheeks. Always the beast starts with dream one of glorious beauty aching this my heart back lit by warm summer sun on a glade of sweetest grass and butterflies that do flutter for joy around ...... snow capped mountains ring this glade tinkling brook its music made all so pale... so pale... next to this beauty that is you for this part would i die a thousand deaths to have more and more such dreams caress but this beast ... this beast within the deepest corners of I takes a painters artist brush and washes red over beyond and all the red of lust, the red of fall this beast that is me takes you in his arms crushes you without fight to the sward of sweetest grass then with lips so hot from heated breath kisses you long, long and deep while these my hands ...no im afraid.....yet must i not lie these hands strip you slow of that lightest summer dress till naked to world and all on grass so green and sweet these hands of mine begin to roam over hills and valleys of softest flesh seeking of each spot a secret of how to make thee moan with this sound still more felt then heard in this red painted world find i then another spot one that will make thee twitch, shudder all this whiles still yet my lips press yours ours tongues locked in battle sharp then to hear thee gasp as my fingers have found a most interesting spot one that need my lips caress more than any other slow this i play, suckle, stroke this moist secret cleft nay i did not say beast for this is me me that i find within this dream of all these wants, desires... needs with both hands open must i slay this beast this beast called I stop this monster from ever touching this purity of you with this animal desire of I |