In this sweet intoxication of dreamlike transience, I am lost.
I breathe, inhaling your scent and exhaling mine;
for them to mingle between us and become one.
One aroma of blessed unity that assaults the senses; betrays all logic.
Immersed in this tantalizing odor, I succomb to your dark embrace.
Your fingers, at once gentle and demanding...comb through my hair, flutter along my neck, scrape down my back.
And, with this, a demon shower of kisses, petal soft...so many tributes laid upon my face and my hair. Cool lips, parted in a tender moan, glide along my shoulder to the softly beating pulse of my throat.
You enter me, an invader that steals the light and replaces it with something somehow brighter. Sweet sinful mysteries lay bare before me written in blood. In life and death.
Vivid stabs of perfect pain that lance through me as you grip me ever tighter, pulling me into your black embrace until there is nothing left of the individual.
We are one creature in the moonlight; one bucking, shimmering entity as you drain from me that which is impure and fill me with all that I desire.
This crimson kiss that lingers on stone flesh like a fly upon a corpse...it shatters me and rebuilds me. It makes me whole.
A whisper in the night wind, a cry in the darkness, bloodstains in satin and lace, ethereal music in the stars, an eternity in your arms.
Like a dusty clock in an empty room, forgotten and unused, I can feel myself wind down...down...down...and yet, the ticking continues.
This dead thing that I am...I am yours.
