Lady of The Night (Skin Like Glass Remix)

 Lady of The Night has been published in All of Me Vol. IV, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Featured art is by Carlos Quevedo.

Listen to Lady of The Night by Richard Charles Stevens (Skin Like Glass Remix)

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she was liquid
in my eyes
unrestricted my desire
to ride her tide
the fiery height of passion climbed
to burn between her thighs
she was liquid
in my eyes
a timeless vision of divine

hers was not road to perdition
hers was every hope commissioned
hers were open lips that glistened
hers the sweetest proposition
hers was not road to perdition
hers was every hope commissioned
hers were open lips that glistened
hers the sweetest proposition

empowered
every step she placed
each breath she traced
devoured
o, how i yearned to learn
the fertile fragrance of her flower
uncross her legs
collect the honeyed nectar of her bud
to taste her at the height of season
brave the tidal flood released and drench myself in waves of she
quench my thirst
live dangerously
howbeit disinclined was i to acting out disgracefully

as she turned to face me
any swelter felt compelled embrace as well this blaze was laced with graceful breeze
evidently lady
for i felt acclaimed to kneel before her dainty feet and celebrate the tasteful air of she
kiss them with the lips she kissed so
simply by existing
simply by persisting
when the flame appeared to flicker
simply by resisting urge to further purge the light from night
return to flight each time that hers grew dimmer

she was liquid
in my eyes
unrestricted my desire
to ride her tide
the fiery height of passion climbed
to burn between her thighs
she was liquid
in my eyes
a timeless vision of divine

as she turned to face me
i conferred the faintest shiver
a pool of liquid serpents slithered
through each vein to nerve delivered
on the banks
astride the river
teasing waters to fruition
not a single thought towards refusing me permission
for hers was not road to perdition
hers was every hope commissioned
hers were open lips that glistened
hers the sweetest proposition

hers was not road to perdition
hers was every hope commissioned
hers were open lips that glistened
hers the sweetest proposition

empowered
as she took up her position in my arms
she was liquid
in my arms
could feel her rush between my thighs
the vaguest touch
and i’d have died
such were the seas she breathed to life
as i exhaled my parting breath
unmarked by death
and simply sighed
my delight was amplified
the fiery height of passion climbed
to see her wings unfurl
reveal her pearl
enrapture mine
for she epitomised desire
and thus legitimised the fire
within long stricken eyes
now given rise to blaze a flame initialised
to fame as great the lady of the night
to fame as great the lady of the night

she was liquid
in my eyes
unrestricted my desire
to ride her tide
the fiery height of passion climbed
to burn between her thighs
she was liquid
in my eyes
a timeless vision of divine

hers was not road to perdition
hers was every hope commissioned
hers were open lips that glistened
hers the sweetest proposition

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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