Miss Black

Miss Black

A Poem by The Raven King

 

 

The prickling sting on the back of your neck

Is merely an introduction

The metallic desert consuming your throat

a sample of her seduction

Pale skin

Hair the Pit

Lips the color of blood

She glides never steps

And long fingertips

Without effort bring forth the flood

She commands never asks

She never repeats

Her voice wet silk ripping slowly

She knows what she wants

And thats just what youll want

Her methods are far from holy

She is dark and wet

She is sticky smooth

She is edible diamond hard

She fills you with pain

and plays with your brain

Come sleep on the crystal shards

You must not deny

You must not refuse

You must not bring down her wrath

Just do as she says and youll be just fine

Youll soon learn to follow her path

With pain comes pleasure

With pleasure comes pain

They are both the same

When your lesson is done

And you start to have fun

Then thats the end of her game

She leaves without words

She leaves without a glance

She simply shows you her back

As you sit in the dark you realize

Life is death when you meet

Miss Black

© 2009 The Raven King


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Wow this is brilliant. I loved the flow of this piece.
Pale Skin, Hair the Pit, Lips the color of Blood.
I loved those lines. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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