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Alessiah

Published: May 29, 2015

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lick the silver of his thin necklet
and leave the mark on a white porcelain of a neck;

the warning.

my child, die for a love of
Mistress of Death

her mind [her tattooed hands]
are full of a creative
confusing
lust

i'll kill for her eyes to glance on my chest
and for her serene lips to dance with mine in night-long erotic duet

i'll destroy the one who is touching her forearm
and is caressing her velvet long hair,
the one who is cursing when sees my signature
on her naked limbs

i truly love you

my lover,
my wife,
the mother
of a Devil's firstborn

i'll cherish your soul and touch
your god i will believe in
i will sleep in your dreams when i'm dead,

my beloved
Heartmaster

Wrapped In My Dreams I Keep You Close

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_{I don't know, but this way of writing is somehow...unnatural.
I did this poetry just for an experiment, and as soon as possible I will be back with old style which I love the most.

© Alessiah 2015.}