Pieces
of you.
The
question oft posed with answer unsure as to reasons I'm drawn to a woman of
mysterious allure.
'Tis
not the smile neither tilt of head nor voice soft to my ear .the sounds, which
bring light to my heart, stars to my night.
Could
it be the feelings that flow freely whenever you are close to me? Warm world of
comfort and pleasure interlaced with bittersweet pain of unbearable pleasure.
Perhaps
the feeling of power given by your own sweet submission, the trust placed your
self laid bare the knowledge you give this power give it freely.
Shared
moments of nakedness with souls exposed sorrow and joy no fear of regret as one
shared as one accepted.
Or
your naked flesh that cries for pleasure giving and taking in heaving,
breathless moments of
Wildest
ecstasy. The time of stillness and calm experienced even? After flames of passion
burn low in time of afterglow, when the tenderness flowing through our beings
all but consumes us.
A new
day brings same question; the same answer that differs and is the same given.
A
puzzle of pieces all interwoven so finely no piece is apart yet each its own.
No
part above all of the rest, no way to tell …
which part I love best.
Bipod
For A Vampire
The darkness calls my name,
It beckons to my soul,
A spirit cries for freedom, a spirit light can't hold.
I yearn to see the moon,
Let the dark caress my face,
I shiver with sheer ectasy,
When it is darkness that I taste
Then dusk turns to dawn,
And the devil is to blame,
For nighttime is my daytime
And Vampire is my name...
LOVER'S DARKNESS
Her eyes take the soft white glare of my soul
And wraps it around her form
Everlasting to her breath, to her love
A purple radiance creeps from her skin
Raining outward for me, grasping for a heart
Rather than her own.
How her hands seem to form
Such beauty from her passion soul
That seems to leap from those eyes
For within them I can caress my reflection...
My future
My thoughts and disires
And all that I justly hate
Love
Harmony in her lips
As I run my fingers down them
To feel her heart, that beauty that lies within
Within myself
In the darkness that sourounds us
Lust feels free... forever free-
Brian Grisham, 1999
The Dark Stranger
The Night lingers upon us,
like the taste of sour cherries
Blackness, Darkness, a sheet of eternity
-our senses give in to the beauty.
The stillness of the sky, suggests all are in
the deep trance,
surrendered to Sleep as a wounded warrior.
A figure, one of adornment,
is lurking tonight.
Overpowering shadows fall upon the garden.
The roses of white wilt,
the red, stand high and mighty
The Master is upon us tonight.
As Sleep takes the soul's consciousness,
while falling into the world of black,
the Dark Stranger approaches.
Lust in it's eyes
and heart pounding like a drum.
Say goodbye to your soul,
defeat Sleep.
Surrender to the Dark Stranger.
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