Poetry of the DarkChild
On  The  Edge
Dressed in Coral Red
laced from her breast to her thighs...
steaming...taughting with
devislish looking eyes...
Cascading across the room
slowly eradicating any sense
of doubt that she...
with lavishly cocoa smooth skin...
could force the eruption of a
man's dark passion...
Her hair of copper highlights
sways freely in the wind
contouring the soft...delicacy
of her ebony eyes
lush curved lips...
releasing a wordless
admission of provocative intentions...
Gazing in his eyes...
she...
exposes the hidden hunger of her anatomy...
with pleasures of erotic intimacy...
revealing the true nature of the beast within
Swiftly...
intoxicatingly...
she slices and disgorge...
devouring the soul
as both bodies interbreed
in perfect harmony...
Siren witch...
tempest of the night
relish her sexual hunger
with every bite...

(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson


"Seductress"

Your words cut like a knife...
piercing my soul...
you seem to enjoy the agony you put on me leaving me in time...
space...
with no where to go
Pollution is the scent that covers
our home...
though I try to break through...
change who I am for you
begging for you to see
the love inside of me...
Ripping my stability...
you steady fast...
don't give a damn
degrading...stabbing me
consistently
with weapons of disgust and despair
Weak from all your blows...
remembering how it use to be
the love you once had for me...
now it's my face
but their names...
my shoulders carrying their mistakes....
their blame
Silently crying through the night...
can't take it anymore...
smelling the scent of their perfume on your cloths...
afraid to say...
what we both know
So I quietly stand...
with blade in my hand
before the love I once knew...
don't worry...
I'll be out of your way...
I'll hinder you no more...
I open my heart to sleep
forever more

(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson
"Sleep"
On  The  Edge