Sharpened fear settles upon me
in pools of dripping pleasure.
I toy with affections haunting
inner flavors of temptation.
Solitude confinement concurs
my inability to resist it’s taunting.
As my thirst gathers tortured time,
restless winds glaze my atmosphere.
Whistling sensations chill tingles
within my bloody souls chambers.
Calling out passions screams of honor,
groping every blade of bitterness.
With a sweet savory desire
of appetites weakness,
I can stomach of your love.
Author notes
~CherylAnn~
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A contest entry
- Dark stuff by zochit2me.
425 points, ended July 27, 2007, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Whistling sensations chill tingles
within my bloody souls chambers.
Calling out passions screams of honor,
groping every blade of bitterness.
A brilliant stanza right here...love it!
Best of luck
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wow
Thanks hun,glad you liked the write...
Thanks for the trophy
A blessing indeed
~Cheryl~
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this is excellent...great imagery...the first stanza is my favorite as it creates a desperate introduction...way to rock it!
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thats a very provoking picture to go with a provoking poem. very dark and full of emotion and imagery. i loved it and its darkness. well done and best of luck
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You have a wonderful vocabulary...this is a great write.
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