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Blood Song
- Blood Song -
Sing unto me; sing to me, in my very blood!
Be never timid, you who would be my lover.
I am a lady; who delights in passion’s flood,
And I am never modest, and seek no cover…
For what I am to you is a work of utmost art.
Let your song make my blood to rage hotly!
Come to me; make love’s madness to start…
Bring my mad, mad spirit to warm ecstasy!
And when I sing for you, your blood will boil.
Your skin will sweat, your pulse, will race…
My song will free you from all care and toil,
As you gaze into my lovely and wanton face!
Prick me with your dagger, thrust in me deep.
I shall lick your dagger, I shall feel its’ bite…
Until your love, into my very soul may seep!
This is our time, our hour: this solitary night.
We shall pass it in song, in madness, in love,
For I am a lady of strength and fiery passion!
To love me is to embrace the hot stars above,
For I was forged no less hotly in my fashion…
And what are you if not kindred to my nature!
A warrior queen and her warrior lover, ideal…
Only the gods can design something this sure.
Look into my eyes; tell me what you do feel!
Show me your warrior’s soul, let me taste it…
I hunger for you, I thirst for you; I desire you.
Love me, ferociously, until galaxies do quit…
For we will outlast them, our love more true!
My blood is on fire, and you kindle it so well,
That we shall both be consumed, before long!
But, as sure as there is flame yet left in Hell…
My heart will beat, to the rhythm of our song.
Sing unto me; sing to me, in my very blood!
Be never timid, you who would be my lover.
I am a lady; who delights in passion’s flood,
And I am never modest, and seek no cover…
For what I am to you is a work of utmost art.
Let your song make my blood to rage hotly!
Come to me; make love’s madness to start…
Bring my mad, mad spirit to warm ecstasy!
And when I sing for you, your blood will boil.
Your skin will sweat, your pulse, will race…
My song will free you from all care and toil,
As you gaze into my lovely and wanton face!
Prick me with your dagger, thrust in me deep.
I shall lick your dagger, I shall feel its’ bite…
Until your love, into my very soul may seep!
This is our time, our hour: this solitary night.
We shall pass it in song, in madness, in love,
For I am a lady of strength and fiery passion!
To love me is to embrace the hot stars above,
For I was forged no less hotly in my fashion…
And what are you if not kindred to my nature!
A warrior queen and her warrior lover, ideal…
Only the gods can design something this sure.
Look into my eyes; tell me what you do feel!
Show me your warrior’s soul, let me taste it…
I hunger for you, I thirst for you; I desire you.
Love me, ferociously, until galaxies do quit…
For we will outlast them, our love more true!
My blood is on fire, and you kindle it so well,
That we shall both be consumed, before long!
But, as sure as there is flame yet left in Hell…
My heart will beat, to the rhythm of our song.
Published 15th May 2013
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15th May 2013 6:28am
For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use a photo I took of me using my webcam, and to which I added a suitable blood-red background. The resulting image suits ideally the sensual nature of this rather passionate poem of mine. :)
24th May 2013 10:12am
There is something about knifeplay...fear and lust and sensuality collide.
Love the poem though.
Love the poem though.
25th May 2013 3:06am
Glad you loved the poem, Shinyman! Yeah, there's quite a mix of things going on in it. Initially I was strongly inspired by watching some episodes of Star Trek and noticing how very passionate Klingon culture is, and how the women always tend to be very sensual and the men very bold and aggressive. And of course, a powerful symbol of Klingon culture is the D'k tahg dagger. And when I posed for that photo (and several others like it) I was channeling my inner Klingon warrior woman and it all kind of came together with this poem and that photo of me. In the end, I added a lot of my own passion and sensuality and the result was a poem I'm very proud of. And very happy to see that you enjoyed reading too!