Saturday, November 17, 2007

My Cruel Vanity

Your blood is like nectar
your look could kill me
my pain, your lust , your pain , my lust.

Your lips, so temptive,
your skin so wet
Your essence, I kept.

I wanted to kissed you,

I wanted too much
and now your spell running through my veins.

I heard your silent call
and your voiceless scream was like needles,
I couldn’t ignore it.

I wanted to love you,
just to hear you screaming my name.

I can’t touch you but I am under your skin
with my look, I kill,
but is my lust that I feed.

© Diana Mistera 2007

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