Friday, May 25, 2007

So Loves the Marquis

Here is a nice, dark, violent sex poem. No, its not outright whorish, but it comes fairly close.

Below the cinnamon tree

Knights with charms and bells

All the sounds of little hells

Silent waits ever so patiently


A scent, the wild sweet pea

Foul, that sex and evil swells

Rise, into those darker spells

Whips, so loves the marquis


The rack is sex tightly spread

A burnt butterfly sparks a grin

Ballerina’s are grace in a spin

Sweetness bleeds cherry red


Like so, the kiss of the dead

Snaps, frozen and broken skin

Dawn, down caresses the sin

Love, where it should behead


Below the grassy green earth

Footfalls against the red snow

Comes from dungeons below

A warming of the cold hearth


Like so, belts the pain’s worth

Flails, an addiction to her woe

Slits, pierces and rents the blow

Dusk, glimmers with his mirth.

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