His seductive words fill my mind
Stroking my fantasies
Turning them into my favorite song
His melody spills over, caressing my flesh
I wait for him to arrive
And play me like his favorite instrument
He was like Christmas, Halloween, and her favorite song all rolled into one sexy, powerful, dangerous man. Together? Well, together, they’d give birth to fire, and watch it burn everything in it’s path.
His body, his mind, set me on fire
I want to jump into the flames
Run my lips over his firm contours and hard edges
Dive into his mind and swim in his delicious fantasies
Wrap myself in his dreams and desires
The lonely woman is a ghost without a soul. She gave it to a handsome devil. He played with it and grew bored, tossing it aside as he walked his road to damnation. She trails behind him but is already in hell.
She left. Days pass, then weeks
Yet her ghost remains, haunting him
The echo of her sultry laughter
Grabs him by the throat
The whisper of her wicked words
Wrap around his every thought
Her phantom touch strokes him
Setting his flesh afire
From her bedroom window she watches a Halloween sunset bloom. Vivid orange and sharp reds blend with ghost caresses, but it’s the ebony darkness along the skyline that has her heart pounding and her blood racing. It’ll soon eat her alive with loneliness and longing.
Give her everything
Body, heart, and soul
She wants it all
Nothing less will do
Too extreme you say?
The reward is worth the risk
She’s a Devil, Demon, and Angel all wrapped up in smiles and sins
A contradiction that’ll make your heart bleed and soar
She’s an addiction you’ll savor and dread in equal measure
You’ll feel so alive while she slowly sucks you dry
He’s patiently waiting, watching her
His molten lust almost masked
But there’s fire behind his eyes
An inferno of desires
Burning, waiting to consume
She reaches for him, needing his heat
To melt her cold heart
The owl visits each night, resting on the old oak outside my window. Hooting in the eery darkness, she asks, “who?” I tell her, “Lenore. I’m still waiting for Lenore.” The raven on the roof responses with, “Nevermore.”
