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Welcome... (Darklings of October)
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darlings of emotional bondage... don't fret....this is DARK POETRY OCTOBER...you are Still Loved... Yes....You...
...Welcome…my darlings of emotional bondage; even the pestilental voyeurs of romantic funerary are allowed to peer within these dark incremations… …the secret pyre of the harrowing heart’s insalubrious torments… I have been waiting for you…and I have so much I wish to inject upon… …come closer…my lascivious prowlers of sin… Here…let me take your sheltering cloaks of forbearance… I shall place them here; upon the shadows of avoidance; while I open the appetence of these hidden chambers…my personal offering… Drink…drink from this cup of denial… …there….you should feel more relaxed… I have been waiting with the potency of patience; bound virulently by commanding demands; strapped upon the iniquitous heart of romanticisms… …a stampede rises from the graves of buried restraints… in my anticipations to feed upon pleasures of the flesh… Don’t be alarmed by the torrent of screams… …these moans are the reverberant echo of your privacy; …thoughts behind the visor of hungry needs; trapped within your body… I shall release you….don’t fear this leather scourge; it is a tool I use to master control…to also release you… …Now … my sweet…never fear; as I muzzle those ole behaviors, you seem to call appropriate…little do you know…. I have gathered it upon myself to collect the souls of calamitous archways... Those taunting thoughts that bind shadows into inflictions dominion of darkness… I will show you how pleasures are intended to drape your tempest heart…yes… …those private chambers you think are the spawn of hell’s daughter… I stand here with leathers of prowess, as I am chained to this steed of passion…you will… be devoured within the thoughts you shelter …as I expose the sultry manacles of desire upon you… These scars within are born from coveting thoughts…caressing secrecies… your temptations you fear to fulfill…but alas…I am harnessed to release you from your tamed prison… sit… sit now …as I wrap your wrists with this scarlet cloth binding condemnations of dominance… You are bound unto these sensual mercies…. …this penchant of intimate desires… …you shall be released with rewards you have never seen before…. …within these tenebrous hours of darkness the archaic mistress is pleased to have you escorted… …and feeds upon all those innocent bystanders…. Lurking… Watching…. Knowing absolving hearts are a charred noxious coal …on fire released into sweltering liberations… (Written: October 3^rd, 2009 9:38 a/m) *Happy Dark Poetry October* In Anguish, In Vengeance, In Menace, In Discordance of Lust… Or was that supposed to be Love? Copyright© 2009 Dark Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on October 7, 2009

I pictured a naughty mistress in black, trying to entice the bad boy. This is sensual and eerie. Very Elvira. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by David cox (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2009

�as I wrap your wrists with this scarlet cloth
binding condemnations of dominance�

You are bound unto these sensual mercies�.
�this penchant of intimate desires�
�you shall be released
with rewards you have never seen before�.
sounds absolutly delicious.i give myself to you .
wow1 dark, evocotive, touching the primeaval depths of my soul.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Delightfully creepy. love it. Liz

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Victoria, You had me believing you were such a Good Catholic Girl. .
Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

I could say something on the same vein as Sir Richard but I am afraid I would fall afoul with my Zombie Bride Queen of the Night, although the thought about tasting your blood is very tempting and my dungeouns before the bash are so empty....perhaps?...maybe?...would we?...

EDvard, Lord Nosferatu Incubus

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 3, 2009

Indeed oh sweet daughter of the night...tis a howling wind neath a full moon that brings thine somber dark mood through the granite stones and bat filled beflrys...but they still ring true..dark or not.
hugs
fee

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

a mesmerizing web
of sultry enticements!
And i thought Halloween was
only about candy and costumes
and that cheezy: "trick or treat!"
This sounds, poetess, as if you were
trained in the dungeons of ancient Catholicism.
And those eyes ... staring through all veneers,
all pretenses, beckoning the steed to arise from
the lassitudes of a tamed prison, inflamed, and to
enter into all savored chambers, a perfect fit,
resulting in a virility of pearls as
a fountain. You assuredly have a gift!
Blessings ...

Reviewed by John Flanagan

"...these dark incremations" indeed! Vickie, this is liberation from self-imposed chains, I break my shackles with your fine words and your fine, dark encouragement.

John

Reviewed by Jms Bell

VENGENCE IS MINE...SAYS THE LORD BUT 'VENTING' ALWAYS HELPS. GOOD WRITE WITH PHRASES THAT 'SMART' AND IMAGERY THAT BITES. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS