Devil mocks me, but,
the Devil is so lonely,
so I share his plight.
Darkened door step,
holds your hopes and,
holds my fears.
So,
when dreams call,
my sultry goddess,
I hold a lantern to,
a darkened door way,
and move on,
my homeless soul,
hoping for a place for the night,
in your warmest heart.
Touch your deepest treasures,
hold your pleasures in my hand,
scented breath I taste,
your kiss so strong,
I fight to stay alive, as,
surely,
happiness can kill.
I bring you near to the end,
but please,
my angelic mate,
don’t leave me,
even in death.

08/14/2007