Deranged entry 1

Soft as a summer's breeze
I lack in surveillance
Yet cold as a winter's night
I watch them tumble down

Captured by the eyes of youth
My countenance richly embellished
by roses on their cheeks;
I lead them to my chambers

Here we lie upon the bed
I blandish their sweetened lips
and brandish their seamless hips
Enraptured I lick their eyes

By morning they crawl from fear
Livid and spoony they leave
Renouncing their youth, unwillingly;
I flourish and pledge them light



Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2011-05-21 at 15:06

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Well wordsmithed; if there exists such a word.

Deranged in content, maybe..., but not in expressiveness.

Thanks.
2011-05-29