Graveyard Coffeehouse

Her Song

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She is stripper on a catwalk
Who disappears into the sunset
Never to be seen again
A feline searching
For someone to make
A pussy purr
Mocking your attempt
To get close
Pet her
She is the Contessa
French nobility
That cannot pronounce
Faux Pas
Waiting for you
To take her to the ballet
She is your slave
My Island Girl
La Rosa Cubana
For a day
That disappears
Into the darkness
Emerging Lady Blood Lust
She is cruel
Kind
Erotic
Wicked
A treasure trove
Of secrets
Dangerous liaisons
A woman wearing a mask
Dancing the tango
With many lovers
At a ball
Returning to your arms
In the midnight
Of her despair
Elvira
Vampira
Moticia Delight
When illusions
Are laid bare
Beautiful lies revealed
She is the Evil Queen
Dominant avenger
Bloodsport
Who disposes of lovers
In shallow graves
Flashing silver pistols
Leaving corpses
With a calling card
The ace of spades
She is a witch
Afraid of black night
Who took my hand
And made love with me
In a Dark Forest
Walked through a field
Of roses in the Sun
In a sable dress
Sat with me
In the shade of trees
As we kissed
Passionately
Our lips passing
Exotic fruit
Sticky sweet
She is pleasure
Pain
Ecstasy
The recipient of whip lash
Spanking from my hot hand
Riot cane
The bearer of my marks
Soft caress
Downy feather
On her silky mocha skin
We have spent many evenings
Making passionate love
Drowning between rumpled sheets
Staying awake
Through volleys of pelvic thrusts
Nestling her in my arms
Before daylight
And goodbye
I have gotten closest
Only to watch
As she has run away
Locking her heart in a velvet box
Lost in a tower of Babel
Kept at a distance
Dreaming of what
Could have been
As I
Condemned to ghastly nightmares
Vampires
Demons
Hungry to return to the past
Which fades
Without losing its shine
She is nothing
My everything
All that lies in between
Kneeling at my feet
Standing tall
In the clouds
As she sings so sweet
Heaven
Hell
Erotic symphony
Poetry on a page
And gone
These are my words
But her song.