A stygian fortress of infernal memories
Crouches silently behind us,
Its spectral turrets illuminated
By the sterile light of Selene.
The dead wings of Abyss
Embrace our pallid carcasses with sensual
finality
As the coolness of your fingers stroke my
spine,
And the touch of corruption becomes my shroud.
Through my bones
I feel the slow beat of your heart
And succumb to its immortal fullness.
Blue blood veins stretch your flesh
And threaten to erupt with
The colour of shadows.
Like a vampire’s kiss
The taste of love coats my lips and
I devour the exhilaration of your life.
Temptress eyes with the promise of undying
seduction
Draw me in and
I am lost in the miasma of Underworld emotion
That is you.
Your voice wraps itself around me
And comforts the child within – no longer
afraid of the night.
Your succubus breath intoxicates.
And the confusion of desire is gone,
I bare my neck
And become a create of yours
Once more.