Poem; Darkest sins…

Orkidedatter

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Stardust glimmering on your body
as your eyes speak like
the moonshine,
my lake of pure ecstasy flowing
over you like a gunfire and
our moans become a symphony of senses …
only our fire could ignite it…

a ice kiss where the stars met the forest and red velvet lips is my source to honey dripping from your secret knight.

Pull me closer…
heart beating faster…
fingers touching endlessly…

I’m pressing my angelswings tighter against your passion,
a lions roar are enchantment
into my mind
and plunge you deeper into my
sapphire wetness cave,
while our whispering breath makes goosebumps on my ivory velvet breasts.

Lascivious fire let loose…
teeth scratching paragraphs into flesh, growls and scattered notes of moanings pooling deep under my soul and skin..

desires of dark scent releases diamond pearls from rhythm of my purple velvet rose…
drip drip drip…
darkest sins in sweet harmony on satin…

-Orkidedatter
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Love from Lily

The mask of flame

My own art @orkidedatter_artist

A closed world and betrayed by all.

I`m cold and freezing, no one to hold me.

I lose my mind, accustomed to the concept of

being sad.

They took my body, slayed my joy of life.

Masks of dark shadows in the night, beckon in

the moonlight.

A mind molestad by malicious madness,

tearing me apart.

My deathly demise seems to be my embrace to

a better place.

The wolf`s heart trembles in misunderstood

love.

The wings of the unknown demon strike me on

the cheek,

down my jaws to my spine and pain burned

like a hidden

love in disguise.

The mask of flame hunts me in the darkest

night, a ghost from

my past is back.

My heart is silent.

A beautiful silence in the middle of a black

storm.

A bloody fist, a broken mirror, my shadow is

laughing.

Peripheral view moved along us, made to be

broken.

Bats piercing my mind with toxit tears and

saliva.

I have no chance, everything is fake, cold and a

empty coffin

with human body dust.

My first breathe in this world and I was already

judged.

I am not a soul that is on a dead or alive

poster…

I am invisible and not worthy to breathe.

When the mask of flames ignite again….

RUN….

-Orkidedatter-

Black pastel love

Poetry, poem, darksoul, love, aquarius, writingprompts, life, love, Norway, Norwegian artist, artist, author, artistic poet, creativeArt, my own @orkidedatter

I have a trumpet in my black pastel heart

a symphony in my chest

a melody of the colors of the rainbow flows

in my veins as creates a bridge to his soul

I fell in love with an aquarius under the

midnight sun

upon the mountain high

you gave me a summer kiss

your shimmering verses from your trembled

lips in the line with the shades of color of

heaven as an amethyst makes

waves of euphoria flowing over all

the pores of my body.

Your eyes danced solasta bright when

I took my feathers out from my long hair

to play it on your skin.

Your laughter tickled my heart strings and

you whispered to my Angels wings

«we are condemned to act in portrays of the

crystalline from ours cards of future»

My destiny from Cupid`s arrow is

written into my history of black pastel love.

-Orkidedatter-

Love letters to the death

Writer, poet, poetry, darkpoetry, author, darksoul, Norway, dikter, dikt, poet, forfatter, artist, kunstner, words, myself, loveletters, kjærlighetsbrev, creative, Art: my own @orkidedatter

Your spirit is a last fragrance from

your touch on my cheek

darkness is crying out

you gasping for air

see into the depth of my soul

feel into the depth of my heart

sink into the depth of my eyes

unfulfilled dreams can’t be my

ashes from my rose petals

after my death

shades from a panther in the shadows

painting the weakest chain in a cloud

starless night and a path in the forest

black pearls dripping down from heaven

the perfect touch from Angels above

with love and prayers

my fragile heart can’t bear this

life on earth anymore..therefore

I write love letters to the dead…

-Orkidedatter-