Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts

FORBIDDEN


you & your dancing silhouette,
a simple splendiferous,
catching shadows,
with the thrust of your rhythms,
eyes staring daggers,
playful in your seduction

yes, to me you will make your way,
come, I have something to show you,
this will enamor you,
lure you into a dream,
like one you never been before,


I watched you stalked,
with a motion so slow,
you hunt for your prize,
I surrender...it,
now take your universe with you,
observe and dance with it,

you can smell the taste,
taste the color,
see the notion it gave to you,
you can hear it calling,
a temptress is preaching,


your movement slowed,
your body numbed,
for once you are enchanted,
the world around you disappear,
your lips, so close together,
a taste you long so much,
yet you hesitate

dance again, to make your mind,
asking in raving mad twirls,
to the world, which you neglect,
and your answers is as loud as the silence,
while the pounding in your head won't stop,


devour me, it says,
into your ears it whispered,
into your soul it reaches,
mad with enthrallment,
you said I will..

a beauty other than your own revolts you,
"I'll show you a thing..
so beautiful & grandeur"

you heard these whispers,
your pride had it coming,


oh the taste of forbidden,
once touched, a lips or two,
no light shall ever touch
you again...

a fantasy by dewi

  winter by tesla coil

C O S M O G O N Y


I am borne on
points of thought,
of fear,
of desire,
or lust for
fantasy; 



I'm anointed by
beacons of creation,
tethered to my cravings
of me-
of you. 


but see me as you wish,
and I'll wear that vision


as my crown. 


searching searching
wall and blue heavens,
face to face with
my being, I hear
voices shout your
hatreds.


touching touching
my own flesh hiding
from your angers, I turn
inward to the angst of
my desires and
seething breath


in one moment of
stolen indiscretion,
a forbidden
burning lust
stings you
eye to eye: 


and from the
c o s m o g o n y of my
soul I conduct you
like a symphony to
play my life without
leathered shame.


from skin to skin
into your loined brain
secret sexing is how
you hide what isn't
bound by your corseted
mind...


there is no
shame in this
shimmer and glamor,
the god of my soul,
as you imagine
the pleasures
below my
neck-bite lips:


I am creation:
I've tasted your
envy,

and felt the rush of
guilty selfishness:

I've swallowed your image
whole.