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Bluelighter
[ Gushing from the Rush of Lust Within ]
Dreaming schemes of murder
Somewhere south of paradise
Staining snow white steps to Heaven red,
My foul tongue slithers blisses
Hissing kisses laced in death
As her hills and valleys start to pump with sweat
She screamed from torn flesh down below
Her body - limp - swung to and fro
From every bash I dared to throw
Beneath a cindered Heaven
Spun from Gehennah to Eden
Won of lustward spurts and carnal tongues
Oh...pale Venus peers,
Although I slayed the memory
Her melody hangs near,
Crimson runs from barbed-wire crowns
To meet Her parting lips,
Where wide eyed to demise
Her thirsting tongue so sweetly sips
Furthermore I puncture,
Lustful fucks to break her in,
Deeper drive Her nails into my skin.
Desire has raped its rapture,
As as those rosy tears occur -
Stronger grows the urge to come in Her
Now I by no means consider this a 'finished piece' nor do I even include it in my body of work at all; its mainly just wordplay. I'm not entirely sure where I was going with it at the time but theres some lines I'd like to take out and use in something with a much more profound and deeper meaning to it. However I do especially like the title and the potential meaning that could bear. Do consider the fact that I was about 16/17 when I wrote thesse stanzas, which in themselves are choice verses from a longer piece. I was just getting used to playing with techniques - metre, alliteration etc and this just poured out of me from 2am-3:30am one morning. Fuck knows where it came from...I am rather fond of the first and third stanzas though, which I think I'll certainly keep.
Dreaming schemes of murder
Somewhere south of paradise
Staining snow white steps to Heaven red,
My foul tongue slithers blisses
Hissing kisses laced in death
As her hills and valleys start to pump with sweat
She screamed from torn flesh down below
Her body - limp - swung to and fro
From every bash I dared to throw
Beneath a cindered Heaven
Spun from Gehennah to Eden
Won of lustward spurts and carnal tongues
Oh...pale Venus peers,
Although I slayed the memory
Her melody hangs near,
Crimson runs from barbed-wire crowns
To meet Her parting lips,
Where wide eyed to demise
Her thirsting tongue so sweetly sips
Furthermore I puncture,
Lustful fucks to break her in,
Deeper drive Her nails into my skin.
Desire has raped its rapture,
As as those rosy tears occur -
Stronger grows the urge to come in Her
Now I by no means consider this a 'finished piece' nor do I even include it in my body of work at all; its mainly just wordplay. I'm not entirely sure where I was going with it at the time but theres some lines I'd like to take out and use in something with a much more profound and deeper meaning to it. However I do especially like the title and the potential meaning that could bear. Do consider the fact that I was about 16/17 when I wrote thesse stanzas, which in themselves are choice verses from a longer piece. I was just getting used to playing with techniques - metre, alliteration etc and this just poured out of me from 2am-3:30am one morning. Fuck knows where it came from...I am rather fond of the first and third stanzas though, which I think I'll certainly keep.
and awesome username. It's what led me to your piece.