Black Widow…

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When she tightens her grip…
And steals their last breath…

When she sucks out their soul…
Condemning them to death…

When she reaches the point…
Where there is no return…

And the angels are screaming…
Whilst Hell’s fires burn…

Only then does she feel it…
Overcome by the emotion…

A divine sexual power…
With the force of the ocean…

That washes over her body…
Sends her to a higher plane…

With such incredible sensations…
She’s at a loss to explain…

Transporting her to a place…
Where rules don’t exist…

Where she is the lawmaker…
Empowered by a divine kiss…

That fuels this addiction…
Leaves her thirsting for more…

Because the highs don’t last…
And she soon drops to the floor…

But caught up in that moment…
Her orgasms are incredible…

Like a Goddess among mortals…
She feels so indestructible…

Because it turns her on…
Makes her feel so very bad…

Delivering death to her victims…
Is the best sex she’s ever had…

Before cleaning up the scene…
Then stealthily moving on…

Seeking out her next victim…
Like an elegant White swan…

Looking for any opportunity…
Furiously plotting her next attack…

And now she’s tasted the fire
She will never turn back

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Gold Dust Woman” by Fleetwood Mac

Annalisa Heavenly…

Please welcome back Keith as tonight’s Guest Poet.

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J

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“Annalisa Heavenly”

Heavenly.
Her radiance ascended
heavenly.
From her mortal form she
now is free.
Far too soon
was called
heavenly.

Lovingly,
a chorus greets her
angelically.
Still
in my heart
sorrow
stays with me.
Though, Heaven

called her
lovingly.

That
she’s
by His side
for this I pray
every day.
I know
my tears are wrong
but I long
to hear her say,

“Heavenly,
this is where I was
meant to be
There’s no need to send more tears
up for me.”
In my heart
I know
she now is free

That
she’s
by His side
for this I pray
every day.
I know
my tears are wrong
but I long
to hear her say,

“Heavenly,
this is where I was
meant to be
There’s no need to send more tears
up for me.”
In my heart
I know
she now is free.

In nomine
Patris
et Filii.
In nomine
Patris
et Filii.

The Transformation…

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His words were always…
Lost in translation…

She would smile sweetly…
But it was no consolation…

She understood little…
Much to his frustration…

But when their eyes met…
He felt the transformation…

As a lightning bolt hit…
That defied all explanation…

Like star crossed lovers…
From different constellations…

A fantasy come true…
The feeling of pure exhilaration…

From the very first moment…
And very first flirtation…

Where innocence was lost…
When under interrogation…

Driven by Lust’s power…
And the thrill of temptation…

Which blinded their morals…
And erased their education…

Pure souls slowly becoming…
Solied with sinful contamination…

Walking down the path…
Towards eternal damnation…

And corrupted minds…
Shared unspoken conversation…

As he stood trembling beside her…
She felt his vibration…

When touching each other…
Lost in such infatuation…

But when it was all over…
Came a wave of aggravation…

As the spite and anger grew…
So did each painful accusation…

But time wandered on…
And in space for contemplation…

Blinded eyes were prised open…
Like a religious revelation…

His words are now always…
Filled with guarded hesitation…

As she looks right through him…
Freed from the chains of expectation…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Teardrop” by Massive Attack

Photography by Benoit Courti

You Fly…

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Tired, sore eyes…
A tear stained face…

A grieving body…
Feeling displaced…

Lost in a world…
That can’t understand…

Her spirit is broken…
She misses his hand…

Haunted by the ghost…
Memories of her man…

He was taken too soon…
This wasn’t the plan…

Now left all alone…
She’s failing to cope…

She’s losing the will…
She’s lost all hope…

Not able to sleep…
Feeling so depressed…

Leaving her floating…
In a state of distress…

Wishing that death…
Would visit again…

Reach out his cold hand…
Take away all her pain…

And be finally reunited…
With her soul mate…

High above the clouds…
At Heaven’s golden gates…

Where she knows he’ll wait…
Until the end of time…

For her to join him…
At the end of her climb…

Up the long stairway…
At her journeys end…

That peaceful moment…
When she will ascend…

But until that time…
Where she will be free…

Her life’s stuck in limbo…
Full of loneliness and misery…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “My Least Favorite Life” by Lera Lynn

Inner Torment…

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Not sure when it happened…
Not sure where it began

It’s blurred around the edges…
Out of focus and off plan

Yet it became embedded
Took root within my soul

In a moment of weakness
Spinning out of all control

My knees weak under strain…
My head not thinking straight

At the bottom of a bottle
When it was much too late…

To look at you objectively
To realise the impact

To withhold my affections…
And deny the clear facts

That in the quest for distraction…
You became something more

An unstoppable force
As clothes fell to the floor…

And morels got lost
Whilst limbs intertwined…

Stealing stolen kisses
As vodka mixed with wine…

And your face was imprinted…
Into my vulnerable mind

So each time that I dreamt
You’re the only one I’d find

Whispering so gently
Speaking forbidden words…

And haunting me daily
Within songs of the birds…

So I ignore all the nightmares…
Where ravens would attack

I embrace your verbal arrows
That would stab into my back

Because I burn with this passion…
And the thrill of this torment…

As this is never ending
There’s no halting my decent

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “#1 Crush” by Garbage

Pointless…

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What is the point….
What is the purpose…

Day after day…
This feels like a circus…

With minimal laughter…
But a host of clowns…

Life just drags on…
Little joy to be found…

Taking each small step…
In hopeless mental agony…

Beginning each tedious day…
Upon bended knee…

Feeling the pressure…
Buckling under the stain…

Where is the benefit…
Just what do we gain…

What is the mission…
And where is the plan…

Is this the result of Karma…
Or are we hit by the man…

Who sits upon high…
Carefully watching the world…

Spinning faster and faster…
Into a blue and green blur…

Enjoying our pain…
Smiling as we suffer…

As we cheat and we lie…
Try to kill one another…

With bombs and with knives…
A real and physical death…

Or with words and actions…
That mentally steal our breath…

Leaving us pleading…
Praying to versions of God…

That a saviour will come…
Jettison our escape pod…

But until that moment…
Life drags on and on…

And each distant sunset…
Initiates depression’s dark dawn…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Push the Sky Away” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds