Christy's Poetry Portal

She comes here to be alone To caress her skin against the cold stone She finds the darkness & cold sensual & seductive She is very selective The cold breeze as she kneels on her knees Sends shivers up her spine Which she finds erotically divine The weird & odd turn her on, a lover that shares this eccentric fixation she hopes to find A man she can seduce into her dark fascination would be utter elation To explore within areas of his skin with her lips on this sacred ground would be profound She could imagine the cold air against her skin erecting her nipples & rippling her loins As they would shutter against the cold stones warming the fire of desire steam would rise from their passionate connection scene right there on the cold ground a spiritual link has been found Those who are laid to rest are a witness to their rapturous heat above 6 feet They lay together in quiet splendor in this cold dark place a feeling nothing can replace just love upon their face. They come ...

It was a dark and foggy night when the cemetery came into sight Standing by an unmarked grave was a man who gave a shy wave I walked over till he came into view such an odd place for him to stand but he seemed a bit blue as I shook his hand I asked him are you alright? it's so dreary tonight He said I'm fine I find this place quite serene I said hmmm I see what you mean He said Have a seat pointing down as his feet So I sat down I'm not sure why but I didn't want to seem shy He said his name and I told him mine then I asked why do you find this place so sublime? He said what most people fear I find quite dear I'm an investigator of the dead then he said does that fill you will dread? I said no I find it quite exciting someplace I don't mind being led. he said I see as he leaned over to me to touch my cheek causing a spark that made me feel weak. I said maybe I should go No he said Touching my hand to make me stay At that moment it seem...