The Prince of Darkness

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The Prince of Darkness

I feel your presence as you surround me, all around me
in the darkness as you start to make form.
The leader of darkness, the mask in the night
it is I you shall feed on to make everything right.
Your wanting is strong but your heart says no
your hunger is burning you will take me I know.
I come to you of my own free will to quench the thirst in you
to give you ever lasting life and stand beside you too.
You take me in your arms and hold me close chest to breast.
I lean in close to your body, from me there will be no protest.
You lift my head and look into my eyes where I see an endless depth of blackness.
My smile tells you to bring me across where I will become your countess.
You lean my head to one side softly as I begin to sigh.
I close my eyes and wait for it, I am  prepared to die.
I feel your breath upon my neck, the moment is drawing near.
Soon my life will be over and the world I will no longer fear.
I feel your teeth on my neck as you begin to bite.
I feel the arousal  inside me and it fills me with such delight.
As you feed on me the ecstasy is so intense.
Not wanting it to end these contractions making my body tense.
The end is drawing near your sucking is starting to slow.
My chance for living eternity above ended it’s only with you I will stay I know.
I will not live as I did before
For all eternity I will be with you
My Prince of Darkness evermore.

2/1/03
Written for The Prince of Darkness

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mustascheman commented on The Prince of Darkness

02-19-2010

hehehe..you wrote 'breast'..hehe, No ..just kidding.. I like it! you seem to have a way of depicting these kind of mid-evilish images. Pretty cool. Well done.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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