Silver tendrils that reach into the universe,
in search of energy divine.
Reaching forth to grasp a beam of light,
and make it become mine.
Time'a abundant hues,
strike in multifaceted, prizmatic notes.
That resound within my soul,
Echos that my heart bespoke.
Past the Obsidian mountains,
that rise through darkened clouds.
Near the granite rimmed,
thickened pools of glossy blood.
Here she resides,
the one who gives me strength.
Nazaziel of the blood rhelm,
bound by chains of endless length.
She calls to me, in silky whispers,
" I want to come out to play."
I close my eyes and feel her near,
I do not shy away.
I feel her wings,
spring forth from my back.
All shiney and firm,
with a whiplike snap.
I feel her take control,
making my body her own.
Just to feel the touch of a man,
She makes her presence known.
The exstasy of Tantric Prana,
fills her soul with bliss.
Have you ever wondered what it was like,
to feel a demon's kiss?
Written By: Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved May 2007
