Imperfect ode

I lose myself in your captivating eyes
those flawless mirrors to the soul,
that sacred temple of no lies...

I crave your lips,
a gentle touch or a deviant kiss
I can't help it, can't resist,
It's the promise of bliss...


I long for the sight of your angelic face,
The lines in it prove no age
as if you were detained in a timeless cage
But you are no angel my dear
and that is clear
No angel indeed!
For your long beautiful hands
have crushed many hearts, performed their deeds,
and your cold beating heart shed no tear
before the poor bastards fear....
Impious divinity!

Your scent is mesmerizing,
so much it's hypnotizing
Made out of lust and desire
and cinnamon, and fire!

And that skin of yours, oh ebony!
Planned far beyond perfection
soft and smooth dark skin,
painted same color as sin,
same texture as dreams....
It haunts my dreams!

Blessed with sculptural curves
So well designed, so well defined
Immersed with God's finest thoughts
along with the Devil's darkest wishes

Your splendor, although nameless
is worthy of a goddess...
Plain and yet astonishing,
so hauntingly beautiful!


                             C.D.

Home alone

That wall just moved!

I feel hunted... pursued

There's a shade above my entity,

a distortion in my reality

I get visions, hallucinations,

my world moves on wrong vibrations

There are obstacles in my course

They hang on like a curse

I can see my world collapsing

I feel so numb... I'm not reacting

Then I get this odd sensation

and I feel this strange commotion

Something is crawling underneath

I can feel it somewhere beneath

Wanting to rape off my skin

and then make me fall in sin

But I'm strong, I can silent it

But I'm weak, I can't fight it

I just let it stay hidden

and remain a deaden maiden...

                                           C.D.

Dark Angel

I have a dark angel to look over my soul

He feeds on unspoken words,

missing actions.

Of all the thoughts I never react to...

Even during quiet hours

on his sanctuary my silence echoes

And in dreams

he brings me his guidance

And in dreams

I fulfill his desires

Hidden in my thoughts

lays my angel

Smothered by faint sensations

Suffocated in devious emotions

He inebriates me with his words

as he speaks to my soul

Intoxicates me with his wisdom,

bringing his darkness upon me.

I shall call him with a whisper,

my depraved soul keeper!!

                            C. D. (Pa nha Psc Psc)