she's bruised and demented
i hear her shadows moan
for the times i've tied myself
to the delights of the flesh
sucking the mordant nectar
from the sweet pits of lust
i know how i've wanted her
an inept with words.
from the trickling sweat
and the dark desires
she's buried in my mind
everytime i take the sinful knife
to undo her shame
and sink my teeth into heaven
drinking the last drop of love
and licking my lips...for more.
like the dusk she descends
when the wolves come out
and howl away to the moans
of the vile lips of mist
kissing her body,more n more
the heat of our sins
amidst the silent woods
i let my vices flourish.
as the breeze caresses
our exhausted souls
for wrapped like a python is she
to my weak breath
out to embolden me
enticing me adroitly
carving on my naked flesh with her teeth
the thirst for more shall reign.
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