Chance for pain

She said to wait for her here in the moonlight,

light covers my hear as she dines on me.

Holding back for a moment to find release,

sexual intentions coming clear.

In her arms rests my head to devour,

tasting my sweat on her lips.

Caressed by evil in her kindness,

knowing how lonely death can be.

Falling to her shadows I am willing,

entering new excitement for life.

Bleeding waterfalls of this passion,

underestimated needs calling me home.

She asked me to hold her as my own,

arms wrapped around her tightly wound.

Sleepless nightmares drifting slowly,

made to defeat what was lost.

In bright hearts eyes peer into forever,

distance befalls to my fate.

She asked me again to lay with her,

without hesitation I made my way.

On a bed made of reasonable chances,

my flower becomes her comfort in pain.













Johnny Newell