gothicshidre

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A spark, turns blinding in an instant flames of desire, licking along limbs Nakes flesh, seething, writhing For a moment nothing matters Two somehow become one, If only for a moment The flames are fanned higher by our actions Fingers wander, teeth nipping flesh Gasps and Noises only fan the fire brighter, higher, hotter It ebbs and wanes like the tide Brigher it burns, ever closer... to something No one needs to know the answers now In a flash of blinding light, the fire burns its peak And the embers are slow to cool Will it start again I wonder? Only the Goddess knows And she smiles in her mystery

All is hushed here Like it's the city of the dead Even the air is still You wander through empty halls Hung with gold and silks Yet all seems lifeless It is the turning of the tide All has come to war here There is destruction on all fronts Is there anyone left To answer the call? To stand and fight? Even the children are silent here There is no laughter There is only the hush of impending doom The enemy is moving Yet all are prepared Our armies are massing The enemy is many And we are few Yet we will stand against this evil For even in darkness There is light Even in the face of doom There is home Yet how did it come

Je reve de toi La nuit, quand je suis seul Parfois je me demande si vous êtes mon imagination Quelque chose que j'ai rêvé jusqu'à le passage le solitude Mais alors vous êtes là Je sence de bidon vous. Je peux entendre votre souffle, et sens le parfum que seulement vous avez Vous atteignez hors d'une main à moi, ombragé dans la lumière de bougie Je prends lui, et le AM enveloppé dans des vos bras, votre chaleur Votre peau est comme le feu liquide sous mes mains votre baiser, je se rappellera pour toujours Votre contact me porte aux endroits qu'i n'a jamais pensés que je pourrais atteindre des endroits je n'ai jamais imaginés à l'exhis

"Changing" I stand alone, by candle light Only a wisp of soft velvet covering my skin A light summer's breeze blows through the open window Will he come? Will he hear my silent thought? My beckoning? I twirl a glass of wine, absently in my hand Seemingly, not caring that it is there But I take a sip, feeling its robust flavor fill my senses Then I put the glass down, knowing full well, the wine is not what I want I stare at the moon, full and white Feeling its power dance over my warn skin All my senses feel alive, almost free I hear footsteps on the wooden floor behind me And my mouth curves in a slight smile The sound is fami