My Dearest Black Dove

A poem.

Once so frail and meek, red and pale
And of beauty's grace, never to fail
With anxious will, I gave her my dim rose
A queer and quaint nocturnal life, the me I such chose

Temptress aplenty, steals me within my core
Digesting my soul, and I beg for more
Oh the heart in truth, innocently it does beam
And on darkened night, a luscious smile does gleam

Never could I forget, such glimpses of her
As she pressed her hands deep, within my fur
Jessica, Jessica, my dearest black dove
Better yet a Raven, whom I do love

And a charming expression, a pleasurable delight
Doused in gluttony and harm, though never in plight
A crimson bed wet, dripping with life
In weakness worn thin, I gave her my knife

Those silvery moons white, her breasts I desire
Yet some wise still, say not to acquire
Those eyes, those eyes - two treacherous seas - deep in frost
My voyager fell, I'm drowning - with great glee - I am lost

My lust for the girl, so irrationally found
An obscure curse of God, thus eternally bound
My horizon was hers, compressed down so low
The moon and stars faint, hiding to and fro

Deep in my form, her venom did scratch
Of life's loneliness, her morsel did outmatch
A moisture so warm, a heave dealt so high
I place my yearn fiend, close by her thigh

Her moan and agony, placed upon my earth
Caused in a fine place, others give birth
Her kiss a free meadow on a chilly spring day
Telling tales of true life, so very far away

Entwined in heat �" passion - others only adore
Jessica the red - be mine - forever more