Dreams in silk, essence of form
The sirens accompanied me again as I floated upon a caring gust throughout the vivid hallsFrom heaven to abyss reached arcane pillars, some seemed' be of unimaginable stone, some of shrouding light and some of dazzling darkness and there was archways and tempestous chalices' by the walls
Suddenly the sirens were silent and I was entwined so hard by grey silk that I thought I'd surely die
But as my flesh withered, the silky tormenter melted into me and I left my perished corpse on the straight path, leaping into the skies to fly
Grey was my wings and of silk were my mane, and I travelled far and wide
As sudden as a bolt out of earth I was struck by an irresistible scent, and I searched and found a nightsky balcony masked by a moonmade curtain no longer meant to hide
Landing cautiously at the edge, I had but just slipped through the cover as I was made unable to act by a low moan making my heart and hands shiver
The room was flooded in a scent that made the air vibrate and brought to the red velvet walls a faint shimmer
With feline softness I tread into the one room
In a bed of the forest two creatures beyond magnificence lie together, amazed, I watched them from the gloom
A demoness with an immensely lust-instilling scent and bodily figure and mind-numbening lips, lay happily next to her lover
An angel fairer than any daughter of Eve, sweeter than the most heart-warming smile and of beauty above any aesthetic appreciation, looking at her counterpart with love surviving the world going under
For the moment I could do nothing but watch them with an unbearable growing desire and tension in my chest
They smiled and firestorm met thunderbolt as they kissed each other, soon they were naked and the demoness trembling and moaning as if she was about to burst into pleasured flames as she was caressed
Their sounds of love did not die nor fade, but there was a slight discord in their lustful tune as if something was missing
I could not resist any longer, and with trembling eyes I reached and stroke their backs and I felt myself plunge into their act of love, and as if I had never been gone they made me drown screaming in their kissing...
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-01-31 at 08:58
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