Poems

Eyes locked a silent vow Eyes locked a silent vowBurning whispers here and nowPanties on the doorknob babeSilent screams see how we craveBodies talk in tender sighsRaw emotion no disguiseSheets a tangled mazeEvery kiss a stolen mythDesire’s unrelenting tideStrips away the pain we hideNo poets words can capture thisOnly our touch seals the blissWorlds away […]

Eyes locked a silent vow (2) Eyes locked a silent vowBurning whispers here and nowPanties on the doorknob babeSilent screams see how we craveBodies talk in tender sighsRaw emotion no disguiseSheets a tangled mazeEvery kiss a stolen mythDesire’s unrelenting tideStrips away the pain we hideNo poets words can capture thisOnly our touch seals the blissWorlds

Eyes locked a silent vow (3) Eyes locked a silent vowBurning whispers here and nowPanties on the doorknob babeSilent screams see how we craveBodies talk in tender sighsRaw emotion no disguiseSheets a tangled mazeEvery kiss a stolen mythDesire’s unrelenting tideStrips away the pain we hideNo poets words can capture thisOnly our touch seals the blissWorlds

Every step a silent plea, Every step a silent plea,In this realm of fear,Where fairy tales cease to be,And hope disappears.The shadows murmur dark secrets,Hidden from my eyes,A world cruel and oblique,On what remains it preys.

Every tear a silent evidence Every tear a silent evidenceTo the ghosts’ lament and sorrow spentWithin the wood, the grief is storedA melancholic tale forever storedTears fall silently, soaked in grainSo, listen close to the creaking floorAnd hear the echoes of tears’ imploreFor in the quiet, the whispers screamTrapped in the wood where sorrows dreamEach

Every room proof of long-forgotten decadence Every room proof of long-forgotten decadenceGhosts of pagan priests and sacrifices long agoTheir spirits dance in shadows, where the living fear to goThe ancient ram inn holds secrets deep, where shadows intertwineIn the grip of ghosts and pagan rites, their presence chills the spineEvery corner hides a story, each

Every room proof of long-forgotten decadence (2) Every room proof of long-forgotten decadenceGhosts of pagan priests and sacrifices long agoTheir spirits dance in shadows, where the living fear to goThe ancient ram inn holds secrets deep, where shadows intertwineIn the grip of ghosts and pagan rites, their presence chills the spineEvery corner hides a story,

Every glance is a silent roar (2) Every glance is a silent roarWe’re wrapped in heat, but we don’t rushThis is the slow burn of pure lustSlow burn, we’re taking it deepEvery touch makes my body weepNo need for words, no need for speedWe’re feeding on each other’s needSlow burn, we’re lost in the heatEvery

Every glance is a silent roar Every glance is a silent roarWe’re wrapped in heat, but we don’t rushThis is the slow burn of pure lustSlow burn, we’re taking it deepEvery touch makes my body weepNo need for words, no need for speedWe’re feeding on each other’s needSlow burn, we’re lost in the heatEvery moment

Epitaph of the Silent Echoes – Intro In the hush that clings to broken corridors where ghostly truths gher dust, you stand against the quiet surge, teasing the edges of a hush too deep for shame,A savage presence in the gloom, as though your breath itself carves secrets from the walls, forcing slumbering echoes to