GRAVEYARD COFFEEHOUSE - "Giving New Life To Dead Poetry"
Some goodbyes feel like hello
It is hard to know whether we fall to the abyss
Or have reached the clouds in the darkness
Of a taboo rendezvous or carnal tryst of delight
Is it night or break of day
Who cares anyway
When you are wrapped around my body
Moaning in ecstasy in a sequestered room
I can have you for my own for a minute or forever
I'll never know as I thrust deep into the core of your soul
Filling you up with my love then laying with you in my arms
Bodies beading sweat and seeking more
As time stands still for an instant
Then rumbles on oblivious to the desire we crave
Watching you leave
Needing you to stay just another moment
The difference between Heaven and Hell
Your scent clinging to my skin like honey glaze
The taste of you still lingering on my tongue
Serpentine kisses and quivering thighs
Lies and betrayal
Evenings of sighs and moans
Psychic shouts of profanity
I am going to cum
Echoing in my ear
Here and gone
Leaving rumpled bed linens stained with desire
Rising
Falling
Rising again in the dark
Animal lust we harbor deep in our hearts
Within our twisted souls
Heaven or Hell
I don't know
It was the sweetest Sin
The most debauched salvation
Cry your crocodile tears for lost love
I will take three demon angel sluts, candles
A bottle of red wine in a dark rented room
Heaven or Hell
Hell or Heaven
Just as long as we drop the key
Off at eleven
Either will do.
I await the thunder clap and the lightning strike
The harsh winds that blow fierce and sweep the ground
I know that in this tumult I will meet my love
In the darkness of a dream
We will cling to each other for strength
Then fly away within each others arms
I will look into her eyes and know
As we kiss that this force is invincible
Such is the way of true love
It never dies even after death
Laying in wait
To be reborn
Within the storm.
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