As afternoon fell over the house, I carried groceries from the car. We did such shopping she and I to make a dinner of special delight. I pulled the strawberries from her bag. She laughed and said,” Will you have whip cream with that”. She smiled so bright I almost cried. For in her eyes I saw our lives. My Gothic queen, with shades of black. She pulled me close and and I tasted her smile. For 5 minutes the world stood still. In our moment there was only me and her. When we took a breath, my fingers tingled. And all I felt was her caress. I pulled up a chair and I sat down with her.
We laughed and we played as we chopped up the strawberries. I teazed her with kisses and tastes of my concoction. We pealed and we chopped and we tasted some more. But all that I wanted was the touch of her soul. After dinner we retired to the darkness of her room. And all that I could think about was here we are again. On my lady’s double bed I had layed her down gently. And began to kiss down her neck as she gently caressed me. As my fingers ran down her body all I could think about was her lips.
I pulled myself up close and we made out passionately. Every movement of her tounge sent tingles down my spine. Endorphines released like fire and shot through my brain. There is no drug that I could ever find to make me what I felt then. As the evening came again and The Poet and his lady lay tired and breathless in each others embrace. I whispered in her ear if she thought this was a dream.
She looked into my eyes and gently said. I wanna stay with you in this moment forever. No other words that this poet could bind, could ever have effected me in such a massive way. Caught in this moment with the lady of my rhymes. Beautiful and sombre was this moment in my life.
On this diary page is written of a memory of joy. Of a future unfufilled, that honestly could have been perfection. But they are only words on a page now. And they bare the mark of my soul. I gave all that I have to show you my truth.
Of the days that my words failed and turned to ash…
Sincerely The Dark Poet Byron
We laughed and we played as we chopped up the strawberries. I teazed her with kisses and tastes of my concoction. We pealed and we chopped and we tasted some more. But all that I wanted was the touch of her soul. After dinner we retired to the darkness of her room. And all that I could think about was here we are again. On my lady’s double bed I had layed her down gently. And began to kiss down her neck as she gently caressed me. As my fingers ran down her body all I could think about was her lips.
I pulled myself up close and we made out passionately. Every movement of her tounge sent tingles down my spine. Endorphines released like fire and shot through my brain. There is no drug that I could ever find to make me what I felt then. As the evening came again and The Poet and his lady lay tired and breathless in each others embrace. I whispered in her ear if she thought this was a dream.
She looked into my eyes and gently said. I wanna stay with you in this moment forever. No other words that this poet could bind, could ever have effected me in such a massive way. Caught in this moment with the lady of my rhymes. Beautiful and sombre was this moment in my life.
On this diary page is written of a memory of joy. Of a future unfufilled, that honestly could have been perfection. But they are only words on a page now. And they bare the mark of my soul. I gave all that I have to show you my truth.
Of the days that my words failed and turned to ash…
Sincerely The Dark Poet Byron
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