he teases my pulse with bold suggestion;
liberating all reason from my mind-
coy lips waltz a silent confession...
The Angel Death leads with bold direction;
within his arms, I am confined-
he teases my pulse with bold suggestion...
i tremble in hands that wander in question;
caresses along my spine are aligne-
coy lips waltz a silent confession...
ambrosia kiss seeking possession;
benight the weeping willow tree we reclined-
he teases my pulse with bold suggestion...
shamelessly the moon witnessed our affection;
below its cold glow our chains unbind-
coy lips waltz a silent confession...
Death's eyes hold lament expression;
in their seas are answers I cannot find-
he teases my pulse with bold suggestion...
yet towards him I bear no apprehension;
to follow him, I have resigned-
he teases my pulse with bold suggestions...
coy lips waltz a silent confession...
YOU ARE READING
And he said, "Let's Dance."
Romancemy darling Death, how you tease my pulse -- my lover, my sweet, my darling Angel Death. do you not yearn to unbind your mind? let us recollect, just this one time.
