Just my luck

Just my luck

Her fine soul was there,
Watching with her eyes of heaven,
Breathing in the scent of her perfume,
This is,
Just my luck.

I allowed my gaze to grasp her presence,
Imagining my hands behind her spine,
Making her shiver,
Like a naked figure in the arctic,
Hair reaching out to the air,
Like a beggar reaching for gold.
This was beginning to be,
Just my luck.

The Gods of heaven,
Were depriving the desirable joys of this earth,
Witnessing,
Just my luck.

She was all mine,
Her golden syrup curly hair was mine to feel,
Her lips of life were to whisper thee time of death,
Whilst her fluttering laughter were to remind me,
This was,
Just my luck.

I close them shut

Breathe it in

Let it out.

 

I wander around

Let my mind go free of your thought

Pause the memory

Then let it out.

 

I display my beauty to my world

Allowing it to be seen with thee naked eyes.

Hide this beloved possession

Then question is my beauty to be beautiful when seen?

 

I open my heart,

Its open.

Yet, it doesnt want to released.

 

I swear by the divine, I have not yet opened it.

And yet.

Gods treasure from heaven has blinded thee eyes,

Your essence has conquered my soul,

Making my memory surrender to you.

 

And your beauty has feared me the burning hell, yet

The taste of paradise you welcome me with,

Commands me to kiss the floor you walk on.