Pleasures In My Attic Poem by Vision Ghost

Wondering convictions, gestures unfading curiosities
Of a sound undefined, coming from darkest atrocities
Somewhere within realms, of secret pleasures and pain
Little toy demons spawn, to serve the masters distain

Single voice of command, unhindered within this place
Cruelty dealt in hands of silver rings, for his dark grace
Tied and excited from successions, between her thighs
Simple conjuring, of the deep arcane and tortured cries

A forest grew here in this place, now charred and black
Heart of my passions for the lightning, and thunder crack
Spirits hold the force, of a nature’s possession from here
Swing shut the hallow gates, the realm of unbridled fear

Blur your senses to seek visuals, of the true formations
Bring me the wench so protected, by thou congregations
Within her, place the key, to always walk in my shadow
May harm never come to her, spread future seeds to sow

But to me, be thy servant of the carnal acknowledgement
Unto my every commitment, be thus my accomplishment
Of pleasures sincere, as my word doth decreed her body
A taste of rose blood in every kiss, of a foundered mystery

That chalice holds wine, to drink of hand with metal rings
Tasted and dissolved upon this tongue, as the whip stings
Studying of her curving frame, as the wolves bay her call
Sinister in her tracks, so that she slowly lets me stand tall

A new sensation sought, as her body writhes beneath me
Urging the quickening of pace, surrendered and thus free
Cut my wrist, so that this feminine, can drink her salvation
Sucking on my crimson rivers, as this life ebbs a creation

Under velvet cloth we lye, bathing in moonlit illumination
Hearts relaxed, beat times passing of passions copulation
Sleep falls over us, under bright stars speckled and sporadic
Return again to this place once more, of pleasures in my attic