Here you go rave, something i wrote a while back
Sweet Molasses
Published on April 7, 2008 By Vampothika In Poetry
In the sweetness of dawn I rose and bathed,
The daylight awaited for yet to be seen.
I recalled the passage of which I strolled.
Fair minded and free in which I roamed.
With a bow most gracious to the ladies that passed me,
A demure lit smile formed apon mine lips,
I felt indeed like a true souled man.
Upon turning the corner, in my well leasured journey,
A bedazzeling site, stole my breath away.
A woman so brazen was in a scandelous notion,
Her bathing was public, from a bucket of ankles depth.
I froze in my postion as I clearly saw the beauty glistening with water.
Her hair fell like sweet sticky molasses down her dainty spine,
Curving, and clinging like a sweet aftertaste.
The blackness of its colour, bewitched me if you will,
'Who are you?' I heard myself ask in a voice not quite my own.
"Satsify this tormened soul..........Fullfill your promise to be eternally mine"
She began to turn and I caught the glimmer of her eye,
To my horror, it was such a colour I had never beheld.
I was driven to my knees but yet, I could not help but stare.
Twas the colour of true lavender, so fine and so rare.
Hypnotized and haunted I moved not an inch,
As I watched, something utterly incoherent occured.
Her garment of pale cotton wrapped about her body,
Beckoning me softly with a deceptive glow.
She sensed my innard struggle of soul's tormenture,
And offered her hand with a nocturn's persuasion.
I cannot deny I accepted this offer, as I rose feebily, to steady ground.
The molasses now dry, was trickled with delicate plaiting.
It blew softly with a scent to intoxicate all senses.
'Please forgive my rash words sweet sister' .... I begged
'Your beauty is most unworthy of my.... soul.'
Yes clammered I most surely did, for my poor heart had now seen,
The situation I was under, was of no presence that it ought to be.
Sweat broke my forhead and ran slowly down my temple...
Her scent had oppressed me, with intensions so clear,
She moved ever so close to me that I dared not breath.
For a moment, time itself exsited not around me.
It fled my side as my heart pounded deafingly so.
With a fouling swoop, not to be mistaken for anything but,
She kissed me most deeply as my throat ran dry.
I groaned with a horror, and yearning passion combined,
But as I returned the sweet favour I failed to see,
That her sweet molasses hair was choking me.....
