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Your voice is like the breeze that whisphers through the grove, Your eyes are like the stars who rest in heavens abode,
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Let your lips unfurl as the gentle petals of a rose Kissed by the suns Holy light..
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by Nymphetemine
37 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 19 10:45 AM. In Adult, Blood lust, Erotica, Fluffy rabbits, Hellfire, Horror, Monsters, Vampires, Wer
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Let your lips unfurl as the gentle petals of a rose
Kissed by the suns Holy light..
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Ahhh that sweet rose of sumptuous scent
Whose sacred fragrance lights upon the gentle breeze
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She is the Wild Cat The Feral Cat
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Betoken for me my angel with blackened wings
In Carpathian mountains vast and cold
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She kneels upon this hallowed ground a piteous wrench.
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With my mind all of a frazzle
Complicated metaphours ramble round my tired mind
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They walk these silent halls Walls that echo with timeless chanting
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This night the moon shall shine in fullest hue
And shall the binds that hold you now
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She hung upon the cross I had specially erected...
Razor wire has now eaten its rusting work into deep dark wounds
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My name is fear.
Fear was my constant companion, we walked hand in hand through life
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I have just written a poem about rape.. Rape of a woman by a woman.. Yes it happens. As clear as the nights it happened it is still fresh in my mind. Through writing this poem I have come to know a few new friends. They seem
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Come to the river and spy upon luminescent waters bright
Three swans black as night
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No sleep for the Devils Whore on this dark night of bloody feeding Encroach upon their dreams and suck them dry
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Tea is coming
Tasty mouse for two youngsters
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A tear formed and slowly trickled down her cheek as she stared intently at the warrior who stood before her. She was grateful for her veil
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A tear formed and slowly trickled down her cheek as she stared intently at the warrior who stood before her. She was grateful for her veil
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This place where dunes rise like mountainsm an ever changing landscape of moving sand. And one would stare in astoshiment searching for a
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From the forest of Shadowlands she walks.. Barefoot..Her long hair hangs loose around her shoulders.. The mist thins... allowing for her to
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From the forest of Shadowlands she walks.. Barefoot..Her long hair hangs loose around her shoulders.. The mist thins... allowing for her to see the path which reaches outwards towards Camelot..Ah... Camelot.. that city of Whi
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In silence, we sat Such intence quiet..
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She drifts forever shrouded
from prying eyes
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Ah, that Love would pierce me with His blade,
Fore surely that pain would be more bearable than this.
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My love sleeps Resting her head on a pillow of silk.
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