He's the sound of rushing water
Near my window in the dark --
The Muse who sings his secrets to my soul.
He's the flicker of a streetlamp
Watching couples in the park --
A shiver in the midnight hour's toll.

He's the sweetness of seduction
When he finds me in my bed --
The incubus who dances through my dreams.
He's the scent of blood and roses
Making chaos in my head --
And ev'ry bit as twisted as he seems.

He's the salty taste of teardrops
Like ambrosia on my tongue --
The finely-crafted sacrificial knife;
He's a mem'ry of an echo
Never here, yet never gone --
The terrifying ecstasy in life

Wow, what a trip! This is great, and, incidentally, deliciously classical in its gothic grandeur; delightful.

I love it, Misty; you're amazing.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie

g`day misty this is an outstanding verse. perfect in its creation, marvelous use of the image. simply outstanding, well done take care respect & love greg.

also enjoyed orange, sugar and lust….. you are indeed flying.

manys thanks dear friends..
msity

DEAR MISTY
EXCITING
SUPANI

you're a terror to love, what love. in love.......