“Her breath, a perfume laced with midnight’s bloom, Her skin, a canvas brushed with lunar gloom. She lies, a mountain range of flesh and might, And I, a pilgrim, kneel to kiss her light. Her neck, a column where the ancients wrote, I trace with tongue, each vein, each whispered note.” Gothic PoetryGothic EroticaGothic PoemsGothic Love PoemsGothic Love Book:Gothic Poems to Love & Liberty: A Collection of Poems on Myths & Broken Hearts Source: Gothic Poems to Love & Liberty: A Collection of Poems on Myths & Broken Hearts