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Nameless Love
- Nameless Love -
Your eyes sparkle with such a sinfully naughty delight,
Warming my mad heart, in the chill of winter’s night!
Your beautiful hair appears as wild as your lovely heart,
Oh darling angel, you enchant me with a seductive art.
And through the northern snow and the ice soon to fall,
My secret visions of you shall, to my mind’s eye call.
Your pretty pink lips longing for every passion’s kiss,
Promising me a hot summertime, all of boundless bliss!
If I howl madly at the moon, shall you answer in turn?
I shall hear of your call, and in passion’s flames I burn.
Sweet goddess divine, soft and gentle woman mine…
This winter may be cruelly chill, but hotly I shall pine,
For my very love’s embrace: that your arms promise.
You could stir my soul unto a poetry passing glorious!
Your eyes could undress me, and mine must oblige…
No lesser hunger, nor any greater thirst as may abide,
In our twin and fiery hearts, for each other’s longing.
We are mated in spirit, and so entwined by belonging!
Shall I thence slake your thirst and fill a hungry heart?
Mine beats as fiercely, and shall never swiftly depart,
From the pure idolatry, of my fair reverence for you!
Oh nameless beloved, you are my dreams come true.
Let winter come, let the cold storm crash on the land,
But in my mad heart, I am already holding your hand.
We are embracing, and the snow melts from the heat,
Of love’s wet ambrosia, that divine nectar so sweet!
My every passion, is your winepress, so drink deep…
And we will seize the dark night needing no idle sleep.
We have a wild storm of our own that we can make,
As true lovers do, and so fiery passion’s thirst slake!
You walk in all my dreams and grace my every fancy,
I love you nameless one, dear goddess of my destiny!
I lie upon the bed, the dark wig I wear caressing me,
You lift up my red skirts, and feel my body so skillfully…
That I sigh, and it echoes throughout our bedchamber!
Your golden blonde hair entices my so-hard member,
And you discover the only part of me that is like a man.
I giggle childishly, coquettishly, as time runs like sand!
You slide my pink bloomers down, and thereon soon,
The arts you show me of love do cause me to swoon!
I am violated willingly, in service to your Sapphic fury,
Whilst winter falls, and the snow increases its’ flurry…
Even as my hardness increases and you partake of it.
You lie atop me, mounting me as a warrior may see fit!
Conquer me, for I am the fertile land you can claim…
With arts, that blend much of pleasure, a little of pain,
And so I am conquered, you seize my banner so firm!
Our lands become one, and for our unity I did yearn…
Writhing, grinding, pounding like drums in the darkness.
Our bodies dance thusly; you claim me as a mistress…
And I claim you as mine, for we are intended to mate,
As one, until the heights of passion we may swiftly sate!
Fallen angel, is this sacred intercourse forbidden fruit?
Oh aye, it is, and I taste of it like a wanton prostitute…
Who has, for love and lust, journeyed so near and far!
Let us whore like beasts, until the stars burn and scar,
The eyes of all who would behold what we have done.
I am conquered, and I conquer; love’s battle is won…
Even as the dream ends and I wake, in sweat pouring,
From this vision of dalliance, and truly divine whoring!
Your eyes sparkle with such a sinfully naughty delight,
Warming my mad heart, in the chill of winter’s night!
Your beautiful hair appears as wild as your lovely heart,
Oh darling angel, you enchant me with a seductive art.
And through the northern snow and the ice soon to fall,
My secret visions of you shall, to my mind’s eye call.
Your pretty pink lips longing for every passion’s kiss,
Promising me a hot summertime, all of boundless bliss!
If I howl madly at the moon, shall you answer in turn?
I shall hear of your call, and in passion’s flames I burn.
Sweet goddess divine, soft and gentle woman mine…
This winter may be cruelly chill, but hotly I shall pine,
For my very love’s embrace: that your arms promise.
You could stir my soul unto a poetry passing glorious!
Your eyes could undress me, and mine must oblige…
No lesser hunger, nor any greater thirst as may abide,
In our twin and fiery hearts, for each other’s longing.
We are mated in spirit, and so entwined by belonging!
Shall I thence slake your thirst and fill a hungry heart?
Mine beats as fiercely, and shall never swiftly depart,
From the pure idolatry, of my fair reverence for you!
Oh nameless beloved, you are my dreams come true.
Let winter come, let the cold storm crash on the land,
But in my mad heart, I am already holding your hand.
We are embracing, and the snow melts from the heat,
Of love’s wet ambrosia, that divine nectar so sweet!
My every passion, is your winepress, so drink deep…
And we will seize the dark night needing no idle sleep.
We have a wild storm of our own that we can make,
As true lovers do, and so fiery passion’s thirst slake!
You walk in all my dreams and grace my every fancy,
I love you nameless one, dear goddess of my destiny!
I lie upon the bed, the dark wig I wear caressing me,
You lift up my red skirts, and feel my body so skillfully…
That I sigh, and it echoes throughout our bedchamber!
Your golden blonde hair entices my so-hard member,
And you discover the only part of me that is like a man.
I giggle childishly, coquettishly, as time runs like sand!
You slide my pink bloomers down, and thereon soon,
The arts you show me of love do cause me to swoon!
I am violated willingly, in service to your Sapphic fury,
Whilst winter falls, and the snow increases its’ flurry…
Even as my hardness increases and you partake of it.
You lie atop me, mounting me as a warrior may see fit!
Conquer me, for I am the fertile land you can claim…
With arts, that blend much of pleasure, a little of pain,
And so I am conquered, you seize my banner so firm!
Our lands become one, and for our unity I did yearn…
Writhing, grinding, pounding like drums in the darkness.
Our bodies dance thusly; you claim me as a mistress…
And I claim you as mine, for we are intended to mate,
As one, until the heights of passion we may swiftly sate!
Fallen angel, is this sacred intercourse forbidden fruit?
Oh aye, it is, and I taste of it like a wanton prostitute…
Who has, for love and lust, journeyed so near and far!
Let us whore like beasts, until the stars burn and scar,
The eyes of all who would behold what we have done.
I am conquered, and I conquer; love’s battle is won…
Even as the dream ends and I wake, in sweat pouring,
From this vision of dalliance, and truly divine whoring!
Published 9th Feb 2013
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9th Feb 2013 2:21pm
9th Feb 2013 10:50pm
I am glad you enjoyed it Grace! I am quite the passionate girl, so such thoughts come to me rather frequently. I'm often told that is why I fall in love so easily - beacuse I am such a passioante romantic at heart. But much beauty is born from such fires, as you noted, so it a good thing indeed!
