I've tried, to exists,
In this world of damnation,
I've tried, to feel a bliss,
Yet all I can do is beg for salvation.
As I am locked away,
Chained to a wall of memories,
That have been, and elude me,
I cry out for you, to come a bring me home,
Where we can lay as one.
My goddess my memories,
Please allow me to kiss you,
My goddess for who I go, down on my knees, and cry,
Will you grant me a night of illusions.
Just like it has always been,
Please pretend that you love me,
And hold me close to your breasts,
As we make love.
There is nothing solid,
In what we have become,
Just another pair of horny women,
Searching for a man to seduce,
Yet my goddess, this ignorance, is almost a bliss.
I've tried to kill myself,
Suffocating myself, with memories of what we have done,
Kiss me where you please,
I really could care less,
In the heat of the moment,
Is the only time when I exist.
This world of frozen hearts,
Cannot be all there is,
So enter me, my goddess,
And let me fall back into ignorance.
I want to burn with you,
To let you know every inch of me,
My goddess, my silken whore,
Let's make this night last.
Author notes
Written December 21st, 2003
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel by LostInThought.
250 points, ended December 22, 2003, 25 entries
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You have an amazing way with words. A very strong peice you have here.
-Vampress

