Out Of The Ashes, Phoenix Is Reborn Anew

my gothic love side

 

My heartagram beating in my chest found you In The Nightside Of Eden.

One Last Time I’ll rekindle my phoenix candle because of you.

I am Giving In by Drowning in this red hot passion we’ve created.

Up from the ashes my Phoenix passion has been reborn once again to give to you.

Sex you so good you can’t believe it.

Enjoying your dance fever in a private performance for my eyes only.

Watching every curve of your body move breaking out in sweat soaking what your wearing turning me on as you go Bump, Bump, Bump.

The Flame That Guides Us Home is that of the phoenix an ancient bird with fire that burns eternal.

Baby One More Time let me touch you the way I do.

With my hands massaging you from head to toes with butterfly kisses inbetween.

With my pink Phoenix feather charged and crackling with pink tendrils of Phoenix passion.

I’ll be the ultimate sin you’ll crave over and over day by day.

Just a brush against your peaks they’ll stand tight and tall as top hats.

So hard you’ll cream from it.

Once I get you worked up as my passion pink wings flap slowly softly I’ll trace your entrance sending tendrils inside giving the ultimate orgasm.

My dark bride our corroded souls united by darkness I worship you daily.

My moonflower.

My black rose.

Both of which you have tattooed upon each arm black rose on the left and moonflower on the right.

And a red pentagram lays just above your venomous pleasure cavern.

Blood and Thunder is what our sex is made of.

Blood as we drink of each other.

Thunder as it rains and storms over our house increasing the intimacy of our union.

I’ll Go Until My Heart Stops.

Through The Fire And Flames of the phoenix eternally loving you.

Not just craving your unholy bodice but your mind and personality.

Everything about you.

From the way you speak to the very favorite food you eat.

With Arms Wide Open I’ll hold you wrapping my wings of security when your upset.

Wrap us up after an intense body grinding child bearing ceremony.

When it rains outside my wing will keep you dry when you don’t have an umbrella.

I long for your arctic touch upon my skin and cool lips.

Those lips teasing my skin with every nibble and kiss that they provide tainted with cold metal with I love.

My ultimate form of envy and greed.

My sweet 666 full of wisdom and I swear the dark lord himself.

That hair of yours always changing length, color, and style.

Bodice with such dark sexy curves making even a prep want you.

But no you are mine my Poison Girl.

Old wounds on you bodice from self infliction I give special kisses to everytime I plant my dark seed inside you.

Being there for you when your crying for reasons I don’t understand my wings guaranteeing you privacy from my sight to mourn.

In The House That Jack Built we’ll live together and raise our children in our gothic manner.

In Joy And Sorrow I’ll make you laugh and cry.

My brand of humor will have your sides hurting for days on end.

My mean streak will put you to tears from my harsh and evil words.

And every night as you trace those fifteen letters in black with a heartagram in the middle of them you’ll know that

I

am

your

Immortal

Beloved.