Andrew David Dalby

Rookie - -5 Points (17th Of March 1967 / Brighton East Sussex United kingdom)

His Perfect Kiss - Poem by Andrew David Dalby

Based on an idea by Deseree x

With a surging swirling deep within;
I rest myself upon his luscious lips so red.
It is a tryst that melts away the hints of sin,
With this sweet life, so well sustained;
From the heaving of my beating heart,
To the pulsing of my throbbing veins.

Yet, his is not so much a sweet kiss
That brings warmth and tender bliss
Instead it brings forth lust and pain:
But his voice is such a sweet refrain,
And he drinks so deep my death is near
Oh will my soul still weep a bitter tear?

Eden, is the promise now vainly made,
As a light from my eyes now start to fade;
So mesmerized, I am, of this my lovers kiss
I wrestle in the dark with ghosts and mist
Now I start to sense his so rotting flesh,
But his golden gaze leaves I enmeshed.

A brief moment of ecstasy can be felt,
He ends his kiss and deaths been dealt.
Am I now forced to suffer an eternal curse,
Of hundreds years of night and life perverse?
Will I now stalk the Earth forever in pain;
With a lust for blood that will never wane?

Will the full yellow sun now slowly cracked
Upon the horizon lift turn my skin to black?
For through his promise and his bitter kiss
I have built a wall against my soul to bath,
So, now I curl among the waiting dead
And here I kneel to my masters lower path.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013

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