Death and Paradise

Raven-haired beauty,
Soul stained by the pain,
Outcast amongst the
Others,
Her love is quiet and
Broken,
Much like she.

Her frosted breaths
Are a naked heat
Against your skin.
And her touch is pure,
And reckless on your
Cheek.

She is Spring and Summer
She is Heaven and Hell.
She is a warning and a gift,
You crave over and over again.

She is the soothing breeze
Of an Autumn night,
And her moans are like
The Salut d’Amour to your ear.

She is a whisper
Nestled in the fallen
Snow and a Dahlia
Blooming in the barren
Winter.

Her name burns in your
Mouth like a wish on
The tongue.
And you can taste
Nothing but her frozen sweetness
There.

She is both death and paradise
And you trust no one but her,
And the darkness of her kiss
And the saltiness in her tears.

Enthralled by her words
That are weaved to perfection,
You fall deeper and deeper into
The abyss every time she speaks.

She is your jailer and your freedom
And you would die in her arms,
For another moment of her love.

©️KVP
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