Death, Lust And Promising Smiles - Poem by Lance Carthen
I wish I could have seen it.
The dark beauty is translucent,
A rose reflection without petals,
The dry waterfall tastes so bitter.
The feeling in your head that doesnt settle.
Following old broken stairs of rusted metal.
Laying in the night light, beautiful nude.
She touched herself and kissed me,
Promising a love forever true.
Abandoned old church's broken windows,
I think I heard a ghost.
The decayed bell's eerie ring.
What does it really mean to believe?
To the wicked I propose a toast.
Penetration intensifies the lust.
Sexual pleasure's lures her trust.
I lick her beautiful naked body over and over,
No regret only impulse.
Creepy playground in the crumbling cemetery,
Angels and devils dance together merrily,
Inviting sin into the secret shadows.
The killers grave was far too shallow.
For this king there is no tommorow.
She screams in orgasmic love, fury.
Grabbing her gun and putting it to her temple.
Beautiful death under night lights in the nude,
Her last smile with her fingers inside her.
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