Dark Muse
12-29-2011, 02:18 AM
Porphyria Noir
A whisper of silk
upon flesh,
a touch like a feather,
tantalizing,
a subtle
promise.
The mystery
contained within,
only a glance,
veiled eyes,
a memory like
perfume which
never dies,
but lingers
effortlessly.
Yearning
for a caress
as soft as velvet,
to capture one of those
fluttering black birds
between your fingers
and inhale,
lips upon satin fingers.
She lives only
in dreams
beneath the glare
of flashing lights
reflecting in the rain,
but never forgotten
fingers trailing along
your thigh, their impression
everlasting.
It stirs the blood
now only ghost-like,
as her smile, cherry red,
the last moment you
saw her vanishing into
the oily black night.
At moments alone
you have it still,
a stolen token,
the touch of black silk
slithering across
naked skin.
A whisper of silk
upon flesh,
a touch like a feather,
tantalizing,
a subtle
promise.
The mystery
contained within,
only a glance,
veiled eyes,
a memory like
perfume which
never dies,
but lingers
effortlessly.
Yearning
for a caress
as soft as velvet,
to capture one of those
fluttering black birds
between your fingers
and inhale,
lips upon satin fingers.
She lives only
in dreams
beneath the glare
of flashing lights
reflecting in the rain,
but never forgotten
fingers trailing along
your thigh, their impression
everlasting.
It stirs the blood
now only ghost-like,
as her smile, cherry red,
the last moment you
saw her vanishing into
the oily black night.
At moments alone
you have it still,
a stolen token,
the touch of black silk
slithering across
naked skin.