DarkShaya Naiyamoto


Thief Of My Soul... - Poem by DarkShaya Naiyamoto

Your so hot body close to mine
Doesn't pass of a sweet illusion…
Your lips that run every inch of me
They are still the desire of a burning passion
Your sighs in my ears sound to the sweet flavor of your desire…
And when I imagine myself touched by your hands
I enjoy the pleasure in a thousand moanings of madness
The force of your being that runs through mine as fire
Your eyes that come through mine in a lust for love and pleasure
To feel your desire inside of me, of my soul…
The passion of your burning heart that beats stong for me
It makes me feel unarmed, lost,
In the arms of the thief of my wings…
Thief of my soul, my desire…
Of my pleasure…


13, May,2008

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 3, 2010


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