Fallen

Deadly poison smile
across angelicly beautiful lips,
led into bysmal hell
by softly swaying hips,
my mind is unjustly spared
while the soul she rips.

The devil wears skin tight denim
and satin panties,
no bra.

Small tatoo of a rose
on her left inner thigh
calls to me,
honey sweet dew,
nectar
of
gods.

Through my destruction
i am reborn
by way of the womb
of an evil
goddess,
devine.

Crucified by my own desire,
forged in the dark princesses fire,
i am the liar,
she is the poison of truth

Redemption
is found
in the soft,
moist,
creavaces of SHE,
where i began
and shall return
to burn
FOREVER

a poem by Donald Wilfong


"This one actually made two people I sent it to ask me to take them off of my list.
I was so proud."