My dark-side steps over the line, beckons of innocent beauty to his knees. How could he know of this battle that rages within me, this urge to possess him, make him mine completely. This eternal yearning tis upon my soul, and so the angels cry for their lost brother. Mortal division lies of right and wrong, following useless to me now in my all consuming lust and the need of him. My darkening kiss teasingly pretends to slick my sensational thirst. Raw passion fills me, pure and untamed. I feel alive again quickened, strong, invisible, yet, he unaware that I have ever watched him from his dreams, in his own quiet solitude, has fought the most solemn of lessons that love is always lustful
 Vasago110892 · Sat Feb 27, 2010 @ 11:34pm · 0 Comments |
