Crimson Lust

Black coal liner, Encircles her eye's.

Markings of cat-like precision

she thought herself a mythological goddess.

Cleopatra, maybe?

Sensual sexuality.

Her loose lips and lovers of many,

line at her gate.

Bearing fine furs and jewels of plenty.

Eye's that shine. Black marble. Black pearls.

An aphrodisiac.

Piercing you, piercing your soul,

the souls of her prey.

Lips like blood red roses.

Waiting. Patiently.Silently.

Salivating in anticipation.

Teeth like thorns

tearing at your flesh.

Rough. Muscular. Uninhibated.

Liquid streaming down his chest

A stream of crimson lust.

He wants her still.

Skin so pale white.

Moonbeams dont compare.

On blue crushed velvet she moves

shadows dancing off the wall.

A lioness. Tearing. Clawing.

A smile comes to her face

so sweet, so tender

her marble eye's begin to weep

tears fall like petals

petals of dying lilies

In the distance he waits....