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Wings Dipped In Ink  For blue_angel

She comes to me in the night
this celestial being
wings dipped in Aphrodite's ink

seduces me with her gorgeous
wickedly salacious ways
weaving magic with words

they ensconce me
bedecks my broken body with stars
she has plucked from the heavens

beguiles my dreams
beautiful one who watches from afar
though is always felt

beautiful vixen whom I love
I feel serenity and excitement
when you are near

a private friend to me
we keep close to our chests what is vested
not to be compromised avoiding prying eyes

she confounds and bewitches me
with the gentle stroke of her pen
seeing her more clearly with each write

my illusive lady love
who will never be mine to claim
she dances in my periphery a Goddess in my mind's eye

crimsin said:Wings Dipped In Ink  For Blue Angel

She comes to me in the night
this celestial being
wings dipped in Aphrodite's ink

seduces me with her gorgeous
wickedly salacious ways
weaving magic with words

they ensconce me
bedecks my broken body with stars
she has plucked from the heavens

beguiles my dreams
beautiful one who watches from afar
though is always felt

beautiful vixen whom I love
I feel serenity and excitement
when you are near

a private friend to me
we keep close to our chests what is vested
not to be compromised avoiding prying eyes

she confounds and bewitches me
with the gentle stroke of her pen
seeing her more clearly with each write

my illusive lady love
who will never be mine to claim
she dances in my periphery a Goddess in my mind's eye



Damn, that's beautiful and deep. Excellent.

HadesRising said:

Damn, that's beautiful and deep. Excellent.

Deeply honored Sir Hades thank you

Sir Hades

Evil incarnate he walks the shadow lands
between this world and the next
reaping lost souls with his scythe

high ranking overlord of hell
mesmerizes me
bringing out the devil in me

dripping with the blood of the damned
screams of despair can be heard
as he walks through the tombstones

the ground writhing with the dead
knowing they are to be taken
to the pit below

where he will bring on the pain
with a Sadistic glint in his eye
torture his forte

summoning his demonic horde
he feeds them fresh souls
penetrating every orifice

inking out his demonic code
Sir Hades entrances the walking dead
the blinded ones who are sweet meat for Lucifer

I'm one of the possessed
you don't see through to the real me
though he does

with fire in his eyes
he burns my flesh
witnessing legion hard at work

in the darkness our souls are as one
wicked to the core
inking out sulfurous insults

to the one who claims to rule
he is a pitiful imitator
Satan our true maker

For HadesRising

Wow, feeling a lot of love here.  Thank you, ladies.

Tornado Soup:

Hipster.
Granted, you seem educated.
But that is irrelevant,
when you're in bed.

[For Tornado]

Oh Unleashed Heathen
Fair of face
A tortured soul
Adrift in Space
Your brevity
Speaks volumes full
As it does
My heartstrings pull

Derrick said:Oh Unleashed Heathen
Fair of face
A tortured soul
Adrift in Space
Your brevity
Speaks volumes full
As it does
My heartstrings pull



I don't know this guy. He's a local stalker...

Thanks for entering me, though. Quite sweet of you. Made me smile the biggest. 😊☺️😙

HadesRising said:- - - LOST IN HER IMAGINATION - - -

She comes to me, nightly
To tantalize and mesmerize
With her whispered words
Of wicked ways and seduction
She seduces the clock
To paralyze and jeopardize
My sanity's wards
I am eager to escape
Inside your imagination

Bring me back again

The haven inside
The raven resides
Spitting tales worthy
Of haunted moors
The madness beside
The darkness refined
I come to witness
Ink dipped in lament

She visits me splendors
To mesmerize and paralyze
With words rich and full
Of wicked ways and seduction
Lo, she teases the night
To jeopardize and tantalize
The running of bulls
That trample the dreaming sheep
Lost in my imagination

Take me back again


(c) 2015 Frank Green


   


For DevlinDLC


King Hades. . .I Am Honored. . .Thank You. . .xoxo, Devlin.

So honored Sir Hades by your wicked ink with love and respect Crimsin

You are both welcome,  my dears.  I am overjoyed.

Atomic

she prays for me
and I, for rain

when it rains
it rains immaculate

she is the snow
pure, soft and driven
and she drives me easily  

she is the wind
that carries her kiss
which brushes my lips

so I can taste her
on the tip of my tongue  

and she is the flying fortress
which carries the bomb

and yes, her hair is beautiful

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The Virtuous Woman Of Proverbs 31:  A Modern Refrain
(For Missy)


Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
And her heart doth be lined with liquid gold and diamonds

The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
And he shall spoil her, not himself, for all of his days, for she is deserving of the eyes that look upon her as if a queen.

She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
And she will fashion the wool and flax into lassos of love for those she holds dear, and nooses for the necks of those who have wronged her.

She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
And she stealeth a moment of solitude and nourishment, in the dawn hours, her java-laden cup overfloweth.

She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
And the house she yearneth for, became a home, upon the touch of her hand.

She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
And she beats upon her drums, the sound of survival and victory.

She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night. She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
And she impales the false poets who would thieve from her works, with thy spindle, and extinguisheth cigarettes into the eyes of plagiarists.

She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
For she knoweth what it is to need, and she knoweth what it is to give in return and thanksgiving.

She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
For she knoweth that purple is the god of all color, and the snows shall melt to make way for her platform shoes

Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
And the elders doth say to him “Ye best be mindin’ Missy…”

She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
And she will play her guitar in homage to life, no matter what it has presently brought her, even girdles to sell, for all is temporary, and scribed books of poetry await on the horizons of accomplishment.

She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
And all who hear her spoken words, will delight at the marvel of their meaning, moreso now that the Deep Underground hath transitioned to a strengthened server.

She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
But she will eateth her cake at will, and her felines bow in reverence to her, and calleth her “Mother”.

Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
And she will someday be the wizened elder woman, whom all goeth to with their tears, and she shall wipe them dry with the handkerchiefs of experience and knowing.  Her beauty will taketh lofty dimensions, which even the Lord, Himself, may feareth at times.