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She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
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Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
Floating On A Breeze
Teasingly a breeze brushed
across my cheek
Flowing through my hair as
if wanting to speak
Then lifting me up with
its gentle magic
Gently stroking my body
so savory and sleek
As my body became
weightless and weak
Snuggling my soul
embracing I was meek
Flowing in sweet dips let
me ride with ease
softest of whisper said
it did tenderly tease
Soothingly tickling
my essence to please
Removing my stress spoiling
me in many degrees
A dreamy calm floats
on the clouds seas
In a delicate nuance
as troubles it did release
fairy ring beckoned with fallen oaks the seat
she loosened blond hair for all elves to see
dancing in a circle around one rock deep
toadstools were there numerous with buzzing bees
owl hooted deep, arriving late afternoon
in distance farmhouse empty, sported balloons
spiders and grasshoppers smashed cymbals and drums
vineyard workers sleepily dreamily hummed
fat strawberries blood red on juicy offer
down she descended into a loamy hole
to examine nourishing cocoa coffers
then taste spiced cherry brandy alongside moles
her pink petalled dress became nastily soiled
she lost her wide crimson hat to earthworms coiled
tunnels were decorated with soft chestnuts
ladybugs slowly shopped for investment huts
below she found busy beetles, flora seeds
grey weevils digging into sour rotting leaves
roots of varying colours with buried beads
entangled were elf lovers like naughty thieves
teasingly were filled with the fruity brandy
many were heady drunk they became angry
she judiciously spotted coloured bangles
happily returned to own tree bespangled !
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Tomorrow I shall see the birth of the awaited dawn
Today it seems I am locked in a midnight zone
Tomorrow I will not walk into the dread of the night
But shall be led by the blazing light
Tomorrow I will carry my yoke manfully
And never recite the litany of my woes mournfully
Tomorrow I shall slow down and stop by the mountain side
And watch the silvery stream joyfully down way glide
Tomorrow I shall seize every chance that comes my way
And never wait for them to fall on another day
Tomorrow I shall be out of my prison cell with discord round
And shall enter a palace with joys abound
Tomorrow I shall willingly partake of another’s grief
And never seek solely my own relief
Tomorrow I shall wait for the calm that follows the storm
And not grumble in haste that life is a withering dream
Tomorrow I shall look beyond the clouds of gathered gloom
And see for myself the beauty of stars that in hundreds bloom
Tomorrow amid hostilities I shall keep alive the sparks of friendship
And never mourn the absence of anyone for companionship
Did I hear someone teasingly say to my utter surprise
“Your resolutions sound so good! But what if tomorrow doesn’t arise?”
Tune into the lark singing out its heart
as the golden rays of sunshine flood down.
Let all every day worries float away as
you relax into your surroundings.
High up the blackbird chatters in alarm
as the red fox slinks by with a fat rabbit.
Dropping it he makes a lunge falling short
and the blackbird hops closer teasingly.
Feel the fresh breeze on your skin
that sets all into motion as it passes.
Smell the aromas which are released
tantalizingly filling quivering nostrils.
Spin round in delight until giddy
and watch the pictures form
as your head swirls and
your misty eyes catch weird glimpses.
Things that drift through your mind
not quite fully formed yet vaguely recognised.
Teasing the mind as it strains
to grab a clearer image and really see.
Accept today as a brand new start
and let go of all the cluttered baggage.
Only this way can you truly move forwards
and realise your dreams and true potential.
A blind light crashes
through bar windows.
Since they began to talk
her breasts had moved
to a small apartment in his head.
The smoke from her cigarette
shaped words
into sensuous motes.
He imagines her lungs.
They are green-leaf not black.
Inside the bronchi and alveolar
sylph's teasingly beckon
out of a spongy foliage.
Votive clouds lather red lips.
Words flare dark clefts of desire.
Throats assume vapory feelers
inside a filtering breath.
He needs her addictively,
a blood craving
that seeks her as an inhalation.
There’s a strung-out intimacy
between them.
Eye’s smother, and blur
as they absorb each other.
Soon they will meet
upon an in-between world
where each visual breath
forms fumy erotic dreams.
Meanwhile, a midday daze
permeates their smolder
as they sightlessly
light another.
Devil came calling on me late that night.
I wasn’t ready to put up a fight.
Searching, I looked up and down, far and wide,
Trying to find a safe place I could hide.
Devil came calling and he knew my name.
My ev’ry weakness and all of my shame.
He teasingly whispered right in my ear
While I could just stand there, frozen in fear.
Tell me! Now tell me what was I to do?
I am standing up only to fall!
Tell me, my Lord! Tell me just where are You
When the devil is coming to call?
‘Twas nowhere near dawn and I heard the sound
And I knew he was still slinking around.
I covered my eyes so I would not see.
Still, I could feel him burn, right next to me.
I felt each word in my heart and my head
As I lay shivering cold in my bed.
I saw no stars, ‘twas no light from the moon.
I knew that he would be taking me soon.
Tell me! Now tell me, where was I to go?
For he has my back against the wall!
Tell me, my Lord! Tell me, I sure don’t know,
When the devil is coming to call?
Devil came calling… Was it but a dream?
Frozen in bed, I could not even scream.
Never before was I so close to death.
I heard his dread voice. I smelled his foul breath.
Devil came calling… Would he ever leave?
Could I escape from the webs he would weave?
I prayed so hard for the coming of dawn
When all of my fears at last would be gone.
Tell me! Now tell me, Lord, for goodness sake!
I am feeling alone and so small!
Tell me, my Lord! Tell me what choice to make
When the devil is coming to call?
Written: April 20, 2024
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Dappled gold shimmers in spring—wake us,
A vibrant vroom, with azaleas and crocus.
Light beams teasingly stroke gossamer leaf,
A concerto of nature—vow for nexus of relief.
Flurries of pink blossoms twirl and sway,
Wrapped in a gentle—ethereal display.
Silky whispers herald the arrival of spring.
Vivid quilt—dulcet apple petals bear wing.
Ariose lavender shades sway and twirl.
Idle amid empyreal of a violet swirl.
Aphonic purple eclipse—ambrosian and bright.
Aureate with a heavenly elixir of light.
As sun rises—crimson adorns the sky.
A vivid shade that all creation ally.
Meadows brimming with daisies bloom.
Tulips are twirling as the beat resumes.
Oh, the blooms—of shooting stars.
A mist of hues, strewn, drills us from afar.
They acquire cyan from a sky of sapphire.
Curvaceous canorous chorus colors never tire.
Teardrops in woodlands spawn.
Nature's sorrow —silently drawn.
Whispering trees, their branches weep,
As the tears from heaven balmily seep,
Whispers of snowdrops, delicate and fair,
Adorned by moon ethereal glare.
Blithely beauteous, buxom, and bright,
Crowning the night with esoteric light.
Magically enticed, he approaches her
with raspy words of admiration;
teasingly exchanging starry glances
just enough to inflame a woman’s pulse
as they move through the caressed
slow pleasure of a dance under the lit
backbone of night…
In an unhurried motion,
the playful game begins as two conniving allies
flirt between the swell of coy laughter
and drop of clear logic;
while their mingled fragrance penetrates
the closed space to allow that near blooming
of a kiss : then she turns away
ruffling her luscious hair: innocently,
she winks a faltered goodbye
hoping this man would dare a rushed chase.
Flirt Contest by Lewis Raynes
the smell of her perfume is still in the air
internal rolling hills with large stones give me blue relief
it has been a few weeks and i am still on the sharp edge of last night
melted snow falls from the sun's red eyes in the sky
my pain worsens, and i know that i have just been fired several run on sentences ago
i am a victim of the hypocrisy of my own advice to previous hypocrites
nothing has been moved but the obtuse angle of my broken heart
i try to move, but the oil to the tin is defiant like hypothermia taking directions
i pray for her to come back, but only the devil answers
attention provides her book of directions on wilted late bloomer time
now the smell of her perfume is like poisonous furies singing teasingly to the smart part of my brain
all i write now right now are poems devoid of solid rhythm
my existence is nothing but a vapor far removed from former glory
i now have a life sentence at a snail's pace with the tortoise winning at hare brained speed
i slide down black hill mountain......white is the bloody fire of regret and shame