Deadly Passion

Your black kiss touches my lips,

as your hand slides over my pale ivory shoulders,

Blackness grows within my soul,

sharp nail tear at your flesh,

you fall to your knees, and cry with agony,

Blooded tears fall down your face,

"how could you"

a cruel smile plays across my lips,

I stand elegant and stong,

No man will ever do me wrong,

My hearts made of ice, My body made of poision,

A stangely dangerous combination,

Reviews

[D Poet K]

wow, this poem was...different from most that i usually review but it was good. really good, the imagery even though it was extemely short, was vivid, and that was wonderful.
also i wanted to thank you for reviewing my poem it meant a lot to me. whenever you can, check out some more and i'll always do the same in return.