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Honeymoon Draped In Black Silk
By kiss of the dark
Amber flames emerge
From your fingertips
And your touch makes
Me burn with exalted delight
You are my charming
Glass of wine...
Spiked with blood
Gothic architecture
Surrounds us
In this soft bed
Of dead roses
Glowing ascher
We make dark love
As the clock
Marks the hour
Of doom...
And we sing for
The sake of our
Black souls
Stealthy love sonnets
Are breathed into our ears
As we gasp at the portrait
Of our untimely repose
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© 2006 kiss of the dark
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On Saturday, July 1, 2006, mywristshurt
(408)
wrote:
this is pretty neat.. i think thats how i want my honeymoon to be.. except with a lot of candles.. i liked it
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On Sunday, June 25, 2006, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
Like the sweet death in blood memories. I loved the first two stanzas. Your prose is elegant and true. Write the hell on.
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A former member wrote:
mmmm sacriligious vows... a matrimoaning wedded embrace, sicklied over with a pale cast of soulless lust... tasty dark! I always wanted to marry in a cemetery on halloween ;)
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