LUST-BOUND

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More new writing! Many cauldrons boiling.  Feedback welcomed.

Pax,

Belleen

 

Lust-Bound  03/19/2018

The vassals of lust,

holds my heart its hostage,

My knees made weak,

By the sounds of his voice,

My body reacts,

To the tones of his moans,

As much as I refuse,

this lust cannot be slaked,

Therefore I am doomed,

I am now passions prisoner,

Subject to an unknown fate,

Meanwhile I regale in the beauty,

the beauty of his violence.

 

©2018 T.B. Morte 

 

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ENDLESS

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New writing.  New direction for me.  Feedback welcomed.

 

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mother Belle

 

ENDLESS 03/18/2018

If you were to ask me,

how I felt about thee,

I could not give one answer,

But I would give many,

My feelings for you are bottomless,

it depths like oceans,

My passion for you,

scorches the dry earth in flames,

A bountiful cornucopia of emotions,

All about you,

At the edges of the world,

I will wait to catch you,

When your soul is torn asunder,

I will love thee,

When you fall to your knees,

by the burdens you carry,

I will love thee,

When you take your last breath,

upon my kiss,

I will love thee,

So you will know in the end,

even in death I loved thee.

© 2018 T.B. Morte 

 

Your Suicidal Doll

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A new offering of bones for the garden please enjoy the following selection.  Feedback always appreciated.

 

Spooky regards,

Bone Mother Belle ❤

 

Your Suicidal Doll 05/31/2017

Into the abysmal night she flew,

away from the gossamer webs,

far from the shadows of pale light,

The doll ran far away,

It was all she could do,

To hide the truth,

So that no one could see,

That the doll was falling apart,

Imperfections that could no longer be masked,

Everyone would see the ugly truth,

There would be whispers,

Words that traveled,

A reputation ruined that was held dear,

So into the abysmal night she flew,

To find her oblivion,

No one would care,

No being would grieve,

She will only be remembered,

By the way she so deceived,

And so into the night she flew,

To find a death that was worthy,

The worth of a doll.

© 2017 T.B. Morte

 

 

The Wolf Likes Red

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My take of Little Red Riding Hood, not so little nor is she not so sweet.

 

The Wolf Likes Red 11/18/2016

The wolf felt lack luster,

as the edges of his prime,

fell away like leaves in the fall,

Sought something to revitalize him,

To awake the primal beast,

That was locked away years ago,

Deep in the heart of the wood,

He ventured,

Along the twisted paths,

He stalked,

Tis not prey he was looking for,

He was unsure,

Just something fresh,

Something to make him feel alive again,

A stir of the blood,

A caress of the flesh,

There I stood on the river banks,

I watched him,

How he moved,

As if he danced in tune with the wind,

White was his fur,

The color of fresh fallen snow,

Eyes that were old blue,

Almost angelic,

Nearly ethereal,

Too pure for the likes of  me,

As my fangs gleamed,

I wonder if he could see me,

The silhouette of raven hair,

The cloak of scarlet red,

Lips of crimson,

Dimples that brought a devilish smirk,

He found me,

Caught my scent,

As our eyes locked marking each other as predator,

There was no Grandmother to save,

No Huntsmen to interrupt,

Our tale would have a better ending,

The wolf sought the solace of an angel,

but welcomed the embrace of a demon.

©2016 T.B Morte