The Dark Poetry of Mykyta



A Friend.

I think often of you.
Your eyes.
Your voice.
Your touch.
Your hair.
You found me, the trueness of me
Unexpectedly and without any cause.
I woke up one afternoon
And you were there before me,
Smiling a maniacal smirk
Which hid the kindness of you.
I have seen through your
Melodramatic façade as
You have seen through mine
And perhaps this is the
Only connection that binds
Us so completely with one
Another.
The power of such complete
Understanding is so underrateed
That I cannot find the
Voice to thank you
The words of gratitude escape me
As your arms close around
My suddenly small body
And enfold me into a
World of blackness.



Dark Romantic

What's that, my dear?
You'd love to sink your
Canines
Into the soft flesh of my neck?
What's that, my dear?
You are going to hold
My gaze
With the strong green eyes of
Which you possess?
In the swirl of black
And flickering candle
Light
I can almost believe
That my touch is lost
In the softness of your
Voice
And my body enthralled
By the caress of your
Hair.
The music plays so softly, my dear!
It dances through my mind
Like your fingers over my
Back.
My dear, you are dangerous.
You have twisted my mind and
Emotions
And taken my soul.
I will not deny, my dear,
That my lust for you is so
Intense.
What's that, my dear?
You are wondering why I am
Leaving?
I will not allow you to possess that
Of wish you cannot understand.



Lust

I didn't know what to
Think.
You walked on in
And posed at the doorway
To MY life.
You did it well.
You were beautiful, and charming,
And poison that I couldn't help but lick off my lips.
You tasted good
For a sixty minute duration until I
Had to leave.
And as you ran a strong, perfect
Hand through you r black hair
I ducked under
Your winking green eyes
And out of what had become your game
Into one of my own devising.
All this because…
The light that struck your profile was
Blinding.
Or maybe it was the uncontrollable
Urge
That made my hand reach out,
In a gesture of awe, to
Stroke your perfect
Cheek without my mind knowing.
You, Your pose, unleashed
The demons of my
Mind and soul
To play
Among the empty fields
Of my
Lust.
Still, your marble was cold and
Unflinching
As my caresses hit your skin.
Meanwhile, my own heart raced
Down the hall
And into
Traffic.


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