Post by LinaD on May 2, 2005 22:47:28 GMT -5
She sashays over to your corner,
gliding through the weave of the street light
filtering in through your window.
You know you are entranced by her dark beauty.
Her lips part, a twisted smile.
Full of dark delights and sexual promise.
Her touch... pure lust.
Long crimson finger nails rake down your chest.
The slender digits tangle in the coarse hair,
she playfully tugs you closer.
The brush of her blood lips over your jaw
and you are pressing your lower half against her.
Head tilts back to expose the long column of cream,
raven hair spills over smooth bare shoulders.
You are trapped, overwhelmed.
Everything about her screams of the dark dirty passion
aching to escape your control.
Pushed down by your shoulders,
face to face with her heart of hearts.
The dark cavern you wish to climb into,
well within your reach.
Your trembling hands slip around to cup rounded globes,
drawing sweet death towards you.
Her stance remains powerful and confident,
on your knees between her ankles...
Face buried between slender thighs,
mouth greedily tasting her bitter sweet poison.
Her pleasure seeps into your veins,
her screams rip forcefully from your throat.
You are her addiction as she is your cyanide.
There will be an end... you can't stop now.
Sliding up and up and up, finally inside.
Her deep laugh rumbles in your ear,
as you struggle, harder, longer, wanting to exist in her.
A simple man can not survive in black death.
Your seed is planted in her fertile soil,
together a monster is created.
And your last thought before death steals you away...
'Her womb is my tomb'
