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Succubi Bride

  Of smoke, Which curdles in the light And mirrors, Who shatter should I look away, Nothing of the Earth, Can whip me to a deeper frenzy, As your eyes of black, Which ignite with wordless desire, My heart that cannot fail, To crave to love, Your form; Metaphysical - a manifested dream, That cradles… Continue reading Succubi Bride

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The Dream That Almost Was

  There are moments in time When the sun pauses, to bid farewell, On perfect midsummer nights, As cool hawthorn begs me to stay, For just a while longer, and you. Months and years will pass, And all shall return to me; Memories - pollen scented, Of a time when the stars were clear, But… Continue reading The Dream That Almost Was