Sweet, Sweet Valentine

Your taste is so divine

Your beauty is exquisite

Again I’ll have to visit

You to sup some more

Please refrain from hanging

That garlic on your door

Don’t try to frighten me

With cross and effigy

They work no more, My Dear

Set those atrocities here

I know you really want me

In your eyes I can see the

Lust you try to conceal

Just lie back and feel

The pleasure coursing through

Each and every part of you

My Love, I’ll bleed you dry

Then sweetheart you will die

Rise up to everlasting life

Ready to be my willing wife

Apologies Dear lady, but you are not alone

There are many resurrected  souls

I play with and I own

So share and share alike I say

You’ll feed of each other every day

All take turns to pleasure me

I’ll bring you to the brink of Ecstasy

 

 

 

 

 

He was just there. One minute he wasn’t, then he was. Through the tunnel, from deepest darkness to blackest night, the train rumbled like thunder, sped like a spirit and I had company. Tall, dark and handsome, all that and much, much more. He sat facing me, distinquished, delectable, desirable.
“Good evening, Madam. Excuse the intrusion. If my presence disturbs you I shall withdraw to an alternative carriage.”
Sexy, seductive speech softly spoken, mesmerised my senses and my body betrayed me. Through swollen, sensitive lips I managed to murmur: “No, please stay. I crave company on a long and boring journey. Please I entreat you to linger.”
What the Hell is wrong with me? Why am I talking like that? I sound like an eighteenth century, empty headed geisha.
“Have you far to travel?” My companion queried. “May I hope you will accompany me for some hours?” I melted, right there, in the crude carriage of an Antrim bound train, my transformation into a Rowntree’s jelly was amusing to behold.My face the colour of a ripe strawberry, I found myself wobbling over to the other side of the train to join my mysterious stranger.
A tunnel loomed ahead and a myriad of emotions flooded my brain. Fear, joy, ecstasy, curiosity. The tunnel clothed us in darkness and I sensed movement from my traveller. Suddenly my world exploded, A succulent sense of release flooded my being. I sighed. I moaned. I called his name. How did I know his name? The sweet, sweet feeling became too much and I fainted. Light poured into the carriage reviving me and I searched for my dark lover. He was gone. I grieved for someone I didn’t know. My body ached for him, my lips still felt the coldness of his touch. There was a deep pain in my heart and strangely enough another in my neck. I touched the wound and I knew. I knew.
I will wait. Forever if I have to. He will return, after all he made me what I am now. In the meantime I have to live and as another stranger entered the carriage I was relieved to see my food had arrived. A little thin perhaps but I had time. My Master had taught me well.

Her new born stare hypnotised me

The knowledge deep in those baby blues

Where it shouldn’t be

Too young

She was too young to know

That I had to go

Hand her over with breaking heart

We had to part

My sweet, sweet child

With your innocent smile

I think you may just understand

As I gently hold your tiny hand

That time will bring you back

One day I will see

You skipping, dancing straight to me

The one who shared your journey here

Will cherish and protect you Dear

He is the other part of you

I love him too

So until then I kiss your brow

For now.