I plead to the god of love

A quivering surge Tremors in my nerves With the magic of your fingers Attacking soft quarters Of my body I plead to the god of love To keep me enslaved In the warmth of your clutches And suffocating desires

Her Prophecy Of A Drowning Earth

The rhythmic air gushed into her unfolding hair, Breaking open strands, That guarded a box of unspeakable secrets.  As the midday darkened, As the dusk rushed to night fall, The wait overburdened her heavy chest. A twisted nerve emerging from the clench of her wrist, Carried a strong surge of a long suppressed pain.  With […]