Beyond The Cemetery Gates

In the pitch black of night

Against the cold and hardened ground of death

Amongst the souls and spirits within the gates

Basking in the glow of the full moon

Shivering as the thunder begins to roll in

Feeling your body against mine

My only protection from the harsh chilled rain

That begins to fall and slicks your back

Penetrating your skin

Slipping between our thighs

Cold and damp

Like the death that surrounds us

Dark and silent is our passion

Except for the whispered moans that escape my lips

Our lungs fill with the essence of death

Our bodies intertwined in passion

Beyond the cemetery gates