Dark Muse
02-01-2010, 09:54 PM
Rituals of Love
Her dark eyes flashed upon me
and I was lanced to the core of my soul,
the world seemed to swim,
while I swirled with the tang of
Mediterranean perfumes
twined around tendrils of smoke
which teased my nostrils,
and seemed to carry dark whispers
through the dancing candle flames.
The heat rose against my skin,
warmth of a dragon's breath,
which sent my heart into the rhythm
of African drum beats,
her skin slithered across my own,
and soon I was falling within the velvet folds
of feminine garments which passed
over me like vanishing shadows,
I watched dancing upon the walls.
In the distance, with trance-like
hypnotic power, music of the Caribbean played,
steady, reverberating sounds which vibrated
against the soul, and traveled along my rib cage,
as I watched the colors move against dark
caramel skin, while these gypsies of the
night danced, embraced within the sacred power.
I would die a death a thousand times
for a taste of the honey upon her lips,
while she fed me her cherry red wine,
and did I detect the essence of a fate metallic
flavor against my tongue, or was it only a dream,
while I began to slip away, loosing myself
to reality, there was laughter somewhere
and waves of midnight strands,
the sour sweet of her sweat, and faces
growing fainter, I fell it seemed forever
into the warmth of the soft caressing folds
of her dress.
Her dark eyes flashed upon me
and I was lanced to the core of my soul,
the world seemed to swim,
while I swirled with the tang of
Mediterranean perfumes
twined around tendrils of smoke
which teased my nostrils,
and seemed to carry dark whispers
through the dancing candle flames.
The heat rose against my skin,
warmth of a dragon's breath,
which sent my heart into the rhythm
of African drum beats,
her skin slithered across my own,
and soon I was falling within the velvet folds
of feminine garments which passed
over me like vanishing shadows,
I watched dancing upon the walls.
In the distance, with trance-like
hypnotic power, music of the Caribbean played,
steady, reverberating sounds which vibrated
against the soul, and traveled along my rib cage,
as I watched the colors move against dark
caramel skin, while these gypsies of the
night danced, embraced within the sacred power.
I would die a death a thousand times
for a taste of the honey upon her lips,
while she fed me her cherry red wine,
and did I detect the essence of a fate metallic
flavor against my tongue, or was it only a dream,
while I began to slip away, loosing myself
to reality, there was laughter somewhere
and waves of midnight strands,
the sour sweet of her sweat, and faces
growing fainter, I fell it seemed forever
into the warmth of the soft caressing folds
of her dress.