Now it begins, the sun has vanished
The long dark hours have descended upon me
What terror will this night bring to me
Or will I drift off to sleep, and dream of my lovely lady friend
The rapid release of energy to my brain and heart has begun
I am awake but I feel her so very close to me
I begin to shake in ecstasy, I can smell her sweetness
My mind has lost control, my eyes close
At last sleep has come
She is with me now, I feel her touch
I do not need to open my eyes to see her
She speaks with a British tone of passion
Come with me Michael she murmurs so softly
Yes my Darling I shout in excitement
Her frigid lips are now upon my neck
How refreshing do they feel to me
A sharp bite and I am hers forever
Awesome, Tony. I read the one about the nurse, too. You have such a heart, a receptive heart, for love. You are not made of stone, which is a terrible place to be, even though one is stone! I think things are going to look up for you. Don't close yourself off. Worst thing you can do. Go anywhere. Do anything. Mesh with life. And write write write (mesh with yourself!). Your poetry has such passion -- such man-passion. It is awesome to read. It makes me feel alive, and hopeful. For both of us. Best wishes.
Tony,
Good to see you again in the Den. I hope you are doing well. Excellent poetry here, its chilling, well written. I'll track you so I won't miss any of your poetry.
Anthony' I believe we poets are just like peas in a can. so many of us!. But I spotted you right away, sitting in the top of the tin.
Very glad I opened it.
good writer.
Steve Chering
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The old bite in the neck does all the time
Peace be with you
William
Good to see you again in the Den. I hope you are doing well. Excellent poetry here, its chilling, well written. I'll track you so I won't miss any of your poetry.
Blessings,
~Linda
Very glad I opened it.
good writer.
Steve Chering
Penetrating in more ways than one.
John