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Into My Roots
From the weeping cracks
Of my old wooden floor
The taste of dust
You will implore
Licking at my shadows
From beneath my feet
Wetting the rough wood
That crawls so deep
Feel the limbs
Of my weeping willow
Loving you deeply
Upon my gallow
Hung for my desires
Killing you slowly
Stealing your last breath
Darkness to follow
Awakening into my dreams
Of unbridled passion
Holding you captive
In the hopes
To never breath again
Of my old wooden floor
The taste of dust
You will implore
Licking at my shadows
From beneath my feet
Wetting the rough wood
That crawls so deep
Feel the limbs
Of my weeping willow
Loving you deeply
Upon my gallow
Hung for my desires
Killing you slowly
Stealing your last breath
Darkness to follow
Awakening into my dreams
Of unbridled passion
Holding you captive
In the hopes
To never breath again
Published 14th Oct 2014
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15th Oct 2014 3:13am
17th Oct 2014 5:06pm
Your kindness is always welcome and felt, thank you for the supporting words.
15th Oct 2014 2:55pm
AS hun once again your pen bleeds sin
Raw and dark yet full of a beauty
That can only b shared
By two souls who truly understand eachother
Sensual perfection
Raw and dark yet full of a beauty
That can only b shared
By two souls who truly understand eachother
Sensual perfection
17th Oct 2014 5:09pm
Sweet Belle, country that isn't afraid to get her feet dirty, or her knees. Enjoy the path of unclesnsed pleasure bleeding
15th Oct 2014 7:57pm
Consumed by obsession, her final breath inhales his essence. The lust entwined his exquisite mind. - sexy ink...
17th Oct 2014 5:12pm
Dark corners of my pages lined in gold by the touches of a Blue Angel, a gift indeed, I am grateful as I am amazed
18th Oct 2014 5:58am
knew I had been missing out in my absence and thanks for reminding me why I should spend time here! high five, curtsy bow
21st Oct 2014 9:48pm
It is the empty spaces in which we dwell when you are away waiting and waiting for your appearance to give life in a lonely place.
Thank you always
Thank you always
23rd Oct 2014 8:25pm
you once again always leave thoughts spinning in my head..and I like it ..curtsy bow..
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
21st Oct 2014 4:39am
Sweet Soul......great to read you once again. Such a passionate piece tinted with sexy darkness. Mmmm! Enticing for sure. Enjoyed! Xo :)
21st Oct 2014 9:50pm
23rd Oct 2014 1:06am
Now that's what I call erotic dark imagery of such artistic words.. Great work, fine poet!
23rd Oct 2014 1:13am
Thank you Lord Erebus22
Welcome to DUP, I look forward to your darkened reign.
Welcome to DUP, I look forward to your darkened reign.
23rd Oct 2014 9:34am
hard to describe what one feels after reading such captivating ink all you know is that you wanna read it again and again..Bravo Sir!!!
29th Oct 2014 10:42am
Wow Mr. Soul this made me think dirty, but the visual imagery was so beautiful!
Very sexy ink
Applause!
Very sexy ink
Applause!
29th Oct 2014 3:52pm
Then you my dear have captured the essence of this poetry. Most kind of you to visit
Thank you
Thank you
