Under my crimson smile 3

Do you hear my whispers
Hear my silent cries for desperation
Don't you hear my plead
My quest for the forbidden kiss
Those carnal fashioned lips
Sedation, completion, secretion
This is more than an act of faith
This is things I have left to late
Tell me I do not belong
I am the moonlit song
Oh if you only knew
How the hell I feel
Don't pretend to kill me
When I am already dead
Why attempt to drown me
I remain forever in your head
It is useless trying to bleed
Hanging on my a tiny thread
Those busy little things
That keep us both alive
Like a puppet made of strings
You work me with desire
Do you hear my whispers
Hear my silent cries for domination
Don't you hear my cry for greed
Well I have to be someone other than this

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  • Bello.Midnight
    September 23

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    ♣ Blake

    It is useless trying to bleed
    Hanging on my a tiny thread
    Those busy little things
    That keep us both alive
    Like a puppet made of strings

    It seems that sometimes in life we do feel like puppets on strings. Masqerading in the hidden depths of who we are with carnal sins and hunger embedded in us...

    LOVED IT..
    LOVED IT...

    ♣ Blake


  • SeleneStone gold member
    March 17

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    Once again another fascinating one. I am truly loving reading through these. You reveal so much about yourself in each one of them and I find myself anxious to read the next with every one of them that I read. The sexual hunger in this one is just oozing from your words. Brilliantly written!
    ~Joann


  • Fizbop Greeters member
    March 16

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    very deep and very southing at the same time. another poem but in a story fasion maybe i think again this is a great poem.


  • Siby Anan
    March 16

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    This tells a different story, now, doesn't it? Or perhaps the same, in different ways. Tattered love.

    I'm starting to see the meaning in the title. Under My Crimson Smile. What lies behind that smile? The story behind dear Prodigious.Mirth

    I'm loving it!!!


  • FantasyFable
    March 16

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    This one is much deeper and suggests to me that this one is about the now turned person going into a relationship where they are full of lust and greed for domination and the pure dirty filthy sex that has misted the mind and took over every thought feeling and action - there is like a little hidden story in the stanzas of these poems and I am enjoying reading them - well done babes these are excellent!

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