Selection of Poetry from my dear Friend Merloch

~Demonic~

The stalk of his body,
His anger so fierce.
Eyes of bold,
With a simple glance,
Death to the world,
Life to none,
So strong and arrogant,
Changing from a simple form,
To that of purest thought,
Tis obnoxious creature,
Is but to be bought,
Send him the money, or territory grande,
That is wot he wants,
To be proud of his land.
~Merloch Myst~

Man

The erotic kiss,
His lips to mine,
Touching and feeling him,
A passion surging,
Pulling him closer,
Kissing his neck,
Smelling and tasting his body,
The succulent taste of his skin
The sweet smell of his breath,
Peeling the clothes from his body,
Letting his eyes feast on the Adonis,
That stands there in front of him,
The sights, the wonders to behold,
Kissing his way down the chest,
Tasting every inch,
Letting his tongue dance,
On the dampening skin,
Staring at the prize,
Yet to be taken,
His growing manhood,
Wondrous by sight,
Exuberant by touch,
The feeling,
The sounds,
The passion,
Of that to be with a man.

~Merloch Myst~

Man 2

That which to touch his lips,
The feel of his skin to mine,
The passion brought forth through ages,
And forces divine,
Working throughout every member,
And feeling in each limb,
His eyes so full of kindness,
His kiss complete with emotion.
The caress of flesh to flesh,
The scent of lust,
To chase that of which I want,
To have a need.... A must.

~Merloch Myst~

~Obvious~

Watching, and observing,
Talking and listening,
Waiting for the obvious to be explained,
Thinking, looking..
Working from afar,
Admiring out of spar
Attacking and defending, the obvious from the scar...
Death and life,
Never knowing which,
Immortality and mortals
Conflicting with wot.

~Merloch Myst~

~Passion~

The love,
The passion,
The feelings of utter fulfillment,
Hearing those words spoken,
Like a knife, slicing through,
The utter strands of my soul,
Cutting it,
Leaving it torn,
With a smile in the middle,
The peace and serenity,
The joy of the wrought,
Being able to tell you all,
Without a second thought,
Listening beyond reason,
Talking without hethen,
To love without hesitation,
To feel...
To be...
To love without see.

~Merloch Myst~

~Pride~

Land of fair, so evil and bare
Without worth
Looking like earth
Talking to him, giving him pity,
He has no land, worth a city,
He needs some territory,
To be bold and full of glory,
For wot he has,
Is pity.

~Merloch Myst~

~Silence~

Cold breath of the night,
Quiet talks,
Slight emotions,
To the untrained eye is he,
Seemingly heartless,
Without motion,
Looking for an outlet.
Walking through life,
Floating along..
Without direction,
To the untrained eye is he.
Take a little time,
Understand the man behind,
Find out the soul,
The powers the mind,
Judge not without knowledge,
Of wot lies beyond,
That armoured exterior,
Known as dorjan.

~Merloch Myst~

~Taste~

To watch something,
To want it,
And need it,
To reach out and touch it,
Bringing back a taste,
A taste of love,
Of joy,
But to know it is not yours,
To let it go again,
Back to where it belongs,
The relationship of its flourishing,
The one that needs it now,
For the taste that ah have received,
Is nothing but a glimpse,
As to spot a man in a mall,
A taste for few,
A treasure for one,
And to that one ah give my regards,
As something special she doth have,
A taste of that,
For which ah yearn,
And she has the complete package...
And to that doth love belong,
And to death doth my soul carry,
As it has done,
Is doing,
And always will do...

~Merloch Myst~

~Thoughts~

That of her sly smiles,
Her caustic humour.
The way she talks in the light,
Walking through dark,
Making each day,
Flow along without pain,
Seeming to end the suffering,
All the while, in thoughts,
Talking and thinking,
Working her hand,
She is the one
Of the Dilini land,
Using her mind,
Her smile so fair,
Walking about,
As if floating on air.

~Merloch Myst~

~Amour~

He loves one,
But afraid to tell is he,
Scared to let,
The words be.
To think and ponder,
Of his love ever yonder,
But petrified to say,
His love this way,
He loves someone,
But scared to speak,
For his mind is weak,
City so near,
And breathe aclear,
They are two,
Nearer then me an you,
As I watch this happen,
He seems so nice,
To be in love,
But keep his feelings on ice...
So to say,
In a nonchalant way,
He loves him,
But is scared to say.

~Merloch Myst~

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