Left of Centre - Collection
Dark nights and darker days
The harbinger of desolation to my soul,
My lover yet to be...
You sit there, sensual, vulnerable...
A prize for the taking; a sacrifice to the predator within me
A fulfilment for my appetite, my yearning... how I love thee,
HUNGER for thee...
Do you really see me?
Well I see YOU!
My Sleep... troubled by tormented dreams
(panting, thrusting, scratching, co-mingled sweat, intense looks, desperate clutching....heat...)
In my mind I have rehearsed this for millennia.
My lust, my longing, my pleading; reflected back to me in your eyes
I long for thee
LUST for thee
My rampant imagination finds us locked in a desperate embrace
My skin against yours, rubbing, writhing together as beasts
I taste your lips, your tongue...
I swallow your saliva to have you inside me
... as I have obsessed of being inside you.
This waking nightmare of the unreachable must be reached
This dream of sweet pleasure,
Of animal lust, needs to be fulfilled...
The quest for knowledge of you my dark lover
carnal & spiritual.....
You are not alone tonite... I am near, I am with you...
But it may be safer if you were alone, without the WOLF
The moon is near full and I WILL have my fill of you
This heart-felt dialogue reeks of lust, greed, hunger... of love divine...
Oh wilt thou be my Valentine?