Fires of hell in the depths of black eternity.

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Fires of hell whisper
my name in tranquil
undertones,
heavens warmth caresses
my soul in fierce
abandonment.
The shadows
grasp at my sole
black eternity licking
my existence.
As I dance in a field
of reality, energised
by dusks promise
of tomorrows delight.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words

Primal.

The primal scream 

that shatters the 

boundaries of existence, 

whispered need 

caressing sun kissed skin, 

desire igniting, 

lost in a spell of 

forbidden passion

that disperses effortlessly. 

I submit. 

Let the devil’s lust

burn in my veins as

desire becomes me until 

I am lost to the dark skies 

of night.
Karen Hayward ©2016