with me standing by your side.
I look to this image so often,
the precious dream I hold inside
Gleaming as light shines through
with the glow of dusk; I pray,
to see my nocturnal dancer,
poised in her bloodstained ballet.
I feel like a loathsome worm.
My mind reels from your majesty.
Of all the better men around you,
how could I be worthy of such as thee?
You have a million admirers,
and I just can't seem to let it be.
Of all the darker, stronger souls,
do you still dance just for me?
I want to kneel and stroke your legs,
begging for just a fleeting taste.
To bite hard into your supple breast,
and dig my nails into your hourglass waist.
Do you know how often I imagine,
laying between your sleek thighs?
Whispering your true name to you,
between our sensual, spent sighs
I want to touch your heart and soul,
exploring deep groans and quivers.
Then lick your sweet, milky nectar,
dripping languidly from my fingers
All of these primitive, bestial lusts,
I think of them and feel so ashamed.
It feels like a sin that such filthy thing
like me should touch your graceful frame.
But do you know what I want most of all?
Just to look into your ominous eyes,
and tell you how much I truly love you,
beneath the paling moonlit sky.
I want to hear you say it too,
with that voice so soft and sincere.
Look at me and promise that it's true,
and banish all my needless fears.
I'm dying to hold you close to me.
It's my fondest, most ardent wish,
to watch you sleep soundly in my arms,
knowing I've won the most precious gift.
Would you still walk down the isle with me?
Would you one day be my scarlet bride?
Show me there are good things on earth,
and tell me I no longer need to hide.
Will you press your cute, pink lips to my neck?
Will I feel your silky hair against my face?
Will I breathe your intoxicating scent all night,
alone and embracing in our own private place?
Will we watch the sun rise together?
Will we kiss in the whispering rain one day?
Will you show me how it feels to be,
in those love stories people always say?
I want to see you so much it hurts.
For your attention I want to scream.
If it would please you for a second,
I'd lick your bloody dance floor clean.
I'd do anything to worship you.
I beg you please don't disappoint.
If I can't be the one to caress you softly,
I'd rather die beneath your graceful pointes.
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