the Whore

15 Mar 2009

·rosschandler

intro This is a sordid tale I’ll tell Of a Whore named Jezebel Nemesis of Loving Bliss Born To Scorn and Bitterness Heiress to the very Night Enemy of Love and Light Dark and dim she reeked of sin With subtle hints of cinnamon Proprietress of crimson lips A masochistic bitch with whips Leather bound yet still unkept Morbidly in Love with Death Prostitute of ill refute Destined to be destitute Temptress of the weak disrobe! Bare your flesh and breasts expose Dripping wet your pallid skin Begins to glisten in the wind Let your raven tresses down As my heart begins to pound Now lie across the starry sky Arch your back, spread your thighs Like a siren from the sea Tempestuously sing to me Thrust your lusting hips, erupt Moan and groan you fucking slut Hypnotize me with your eyes That yearn and burn like fireflies Succubus I must confess You make me feel so lecherous I cannot fight this urgent need To fuck you hard until you bleed Mistress of the burning bed I will fuck you till your dead part 1 the east All these dreams I’m having keep me up at night Tis the face of sleep I’m slapping, for they’re filled with fright WhenI find her I will blind her with my golden soul And leave that Whore a rude reminder that I won’t be cold On her knees fall will she and plea for painless mercy As to her my words do call, “Whore you cannot hurt me!” Every night your Darkness creeps with her sinful lust And with the Sun she wants to sleep for she is a slut Suddenly I free my dreams in a fiery fury Forth they burst in flaming beams to scorch her as she scurries Blissful is the night of dreams for beauty it beholds For its kissing wishful things within my starry soul So on your knees, in front of me, tis the time to plead For you Whore, you Slut and Sleaze, never did I need I felt your wrath and bloody baths, now you shall feel mine As my soulful whip does lash all that’s Undivine part 2 the west Nevermore shall you soar Your wicked wings I’ve clipped From the sky do fall my Whore Before my feet lie stripped Your bloody eyes I do despise So might this lightning blind you I once mistook your look of lies And truth as frightening mind you Rise my Whore up off the floor Now look me in the eyes On all fours let out your roar Your soul I’ll purify Give to me you heart that bleeds Rip your chest right open As ecstasy I’ll grant to thee Now wet, your flesh is soaking For you my flower did I shower now be that rainbow soul For this hour shan’t you sour Sweet your soul shall grow part3 the north Thoughts of Her become impure I think I’m going to sin For now I see in blissful blurs The Whore that lurks within A wicked smile and look of lust Her beauty bathing me As in my dreams the Slut gets fucked And feels my fantasy Don’t be shy we’ve met before In a burning bed Where you roared my flaming Whore To fuck you till you’re dead But dead you are my fading star This is why we fucked To fuck dear Life is much too hard So your blood I sucked Feel my fangs sinking deep Piercing with pure pain Your rotting flesh between my teeth We fuck in bloody rain That glossy look now in your eyes Tells me to continue What I see you cannot hide What you want I’ll lend you Steal my wings, scream awful things Kick me when I’m cold Drown my dreams so they won’t sing Sap my sorry soul Beat me, break me also hate me Damn my dim delights As for the sun did you forsake thee Claiming that you’re bright Fear my flesh, I know you don’t So heed the skinless sun With scorching breath he burns thy bones So hurry Whore now run part4 the south In the dark and on my bed Thoughts of you run through my head Naked flesh soaking wet This fantasy does make me sweat I give thee blood, do give me love I Look below from up above See you underneath the sheets Feel your steaming dreams in heat Close your eyes and arch your back Spread your thighs, moan and gasp Oh, fantasy, cum with me For I lust your touch Lift your dress, caress your dress As in the dark we fuck

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rosschandler

i write a very dark, metaphoric and literarily techincal style of poetry. i do not like poetry that is prose. i have written since 15.....i believe in grand topics such as death, love, god, cosmos.....i believe my poetry is rhythmic and lyrical and...

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