Upon my invitation, I lift and turn
my heated glance, waiting
for that pleasure pain of submission
You drink hungrily and
spill my essence like crimson rain
Each drop seems to float
as they fall and land
to look like rose petals
stained with change
from your eternal kiss
In a list
A contest entry
- Raining Blood... by VoltaicHypnosis.
870 points, ended March 16, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent
Yes you have a smooth way to write even dark thoughts.
I hate dark thoughts.This is better than your golds.
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Interesting take on the picture. I like it. This was really good keep up the good job. I will be back to read more of your poetry.
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Oohhh.. .yummy.... scrumptious, almost sensual write... well done. Good luck.
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