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Mira
Poems
Apr 19
Is this love?
Love derived from pain:
I can't help but stare—
my doe eyes
adoring the hunger
in your gaze.
Power so paralyzing,
like predator to prey,
a crave for the chase,
teasing ritualistic dance,
this doe—
stood no chance.
Lips hot as fire;
lust inevitably sparks—
aching, burning,
desire.
Your hands grace my hips,
as you feast on savory seed,
salvation relieved in sin—
a seraphic altar,
of temptation and greed.
Branded in black and blue—
kisses bloomed to bites,
a noose of love is lassoed,
as red stained all,
that was white.
Whispers of prayer,
echoed by pleas,
screams of vain,
harmonized in matrimony.
Love derived from pain;
Like predator to prey,
holiness unravels
a stifled amen,
forever faithful—
kneeled to praise,
as love is derived from pain.
Written by
Mira
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