Gothic poem of passion and forbidden rituals
While I was dreaming late last night,
A vision came to me.
Of a pale girl with raven hair,
And eyes of ebony.
Her lips beguile with wicked smile,
Longing to be kissed.
Flavor I find quite bittersweet,
A taste I dearly missed.
Hands wander, teasing gentle touch,
Sensation lush as sin.
The scents of sage and dragon's blood,
Linger upon her skin.
We dance beneath a waning moon,
Until the rite's complete.
Basking within each other's glow
And sharing one heartbeat.
This fragile moment cannot last,
For that was fates design.
I hold her close, memory's ghost,
That moment, she was mine.