Limoncello Deluxe Velvet Comfort Divine
There you are
you’re sitting down
feet planted firmly on the ground
staring at a blank screen
wrists held just so,
your anxiously poised
ready to go
writing all that you have inside
your blinking
liquorice windows
All you are hearing
is white noise
fingers tap tap tapping away
your travelling solo
Capricorn north of the Equator
You’re no Miller and
she’s an ego full of Jean Harlow
batons on Revolution Drums poised
a frosty sharp tongued
Southern Revelator with a mind
a runaway train on the run
She tears your soul bit by bit
her wings cover your loneliness
her sharp beak drawing
deep claret your blood
like a syringe under your skin
you’re split
a vacant blurred line between hearts
now from a distance her stories are
tattooed on your skin
SHE, writes on your naked body
the word,
“FORBIDDEN”
Recklessly like
a publishing house
she opens wide
your covers plants her mark
she imprints your leaves
measures your spine
A blind man willing to learn
won't ever run
her night time turns
your mornings into sun
renders your pages loose,
you come undone
Soft suede cover of darkness
The darling Succubus drinks
you like your her last
communion cup
she plunders your silk
you call her in
with your open arms
you embrace her unknown face
between your palms
a conversation in your mind
she’s all naked ambition
there you smile eyes cloudy
Sweet rapture’s disgrace
Sleep is your haunting crypt
a feeble attempt to escape
but not yet, you lie there
alone whispering her name in the dark
your hands empty
yet you are still busy
on cerebral waves
she rides your heat,
she’s a silent scream
an engima depraved
you taste her lips
Limoncello escape
one minute you are in Hell
the next you're in bliss
Her tendrils of thought
wrap around you,
her slick hot ink envelops you
her words are written on your body
she speaks through your dreams
Octopus legs and arms open wide
in your sea grass silver green
verdant mind
black her words
spread o’er your skin
you’re in heat lying spent
you are now ragged, your fingers tap tap tapping
“she's supine and she's non-contretemps”
Black ribbons of ink
Words read and written on skin
Tattoo’s burned a message imprint
You climb her mountains
The Psycho Paths of her mind
the Range of her sweet contempt
lips parted
a velvet kiss
All sweet honey
then you swallow
her comfort divine so reckless
she speaks in tongues
your cryptic Limoncello temptress
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8kyWO6Bg4Y
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2018
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