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Porphyria resurrected
My love!
Im not dead,
sitting all alone like a zombie,
in a doomed and jaded state.
The darkness of the room,
has crept inside my murky mind
And the storm out there,
has rocked my existence.
Out of my dusty window,
Im looking out in oblivion,
at a world unfamiliar yet known to me,
with a hope to see,
your shadow once again.
My Love!
Im still alive,
sitting all quiet like an effigy,
in a quiescent and placid state,
while the entire world outside,
thumps and roars in anger,
I dwindle and pine for your love
And then begins my amorous fit,
filling me with sinful lust,
my young bosom, it beats and heaves,
unable to control this unusual emotion,
I burn in hurtful desire for insatiable ecstasy.
My LOve!
Im not obscene,
acting all crazy, like a zany wench,
in a passionate,love-struck state,
the pangs of our vast seperation,
might have blinded my reason,
yet Im wise enough to put to clarity
the fact that my devotion for you
is pure.
While the multitude might detest me,
and tag my devotion as x-rated
I shall leave them all gaping
when I'll be in an ecstatic,
yet divine union with you.
My LOve!
Im still your Lady,
falling on my knees like a devotee,
in a transcended and transfigured state,
I pray for nothing better, but your love,
as in my simplest intuition,
only you can love me so true,
so kiss me cool with your burning lips,
and taking me in your arms for ever,
make me your wife,
I shall be thy eager Porphyria
and together we shall start a brand new life.
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