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Visions to behold # 3

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:thumb335670901: :thumb338054509: Haunting
I am the last ghastly ghost, glib tongued and glimmering, in the space beneath the stairs. My name glows upon your tongue, gleeful and dreadful in the dreary dregs of memory - a keening cacophony of deadly delights. You called me here, made me legion -the languid languish of laughter, your new language of the air and all unearthly promises pondering their place in this shallow grave. Bury me in beauty, in the bounty of wanton wonder and I will waste eternity, a willing wraith to wait upon your pleasure. RedThere is nothing discreet about this love - it hangs on my chest, a defiant noise - the scent of something luscious and viscous stretched between your hips. Your back arches in a way only Psyche can feel. You wear it in a cheap red dress that comes apart like midsummer in my hands as we flaunt the stars, the stones under our skin stretching the bed frame till we crack. And I fill you up, your arms a battle raging in the waning lies of morning. :thumb331851464: :thumb315452210: :thumb335185819: :thumb302109403: :thumb333731968: When I am oldWhen I am old and grey one day they'll ask me why I lived this way; Why all my life was spent alone, no other let into my home. They'll ask why, for so many years, I let no other get so near; Why no companion held me close, and why a lonely path I chose. They'll want to know so many things about the life to which I cling – like why I never sought the balm of womanhood held in my arms: they'll question what it was that made me far from all temptations stray. For they don't see I found in you the only heart I would pursue, and all the others can't compare when held against a one so fair. For, through the years, I shall stay true to all that... I must have done some awful wrongI must have done some awful wrong, such as can't be voiced in song, to be cast out in favour of another life, that knows no love. I must have done some awful thing, the like of which the Devil sings, to be abandoned in this way and left to wrack & disarray. I must be made of deepest sin, the very worst that ever was, for pious men cannot begin to fathom my desertion's cause. I must have done some awful deed for her to turn so far from me. :thumb317507590: :thumb296066544:

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