Begeerte de Rheia

Your pale clear skin In the dim glow of the moon Paving its way into the darkness I see your blood flowing And the tissue of your muscles gleaming Through a pearly veil I moisten my lips And my shining flesh Luminous of a glaze of poison Devour me with Your piercing teeth Breathe the life back into me I draw pleasure from it The pursing of your lips Hissing silent words Drowns out the sound Of enclosing noise Curl my toes when you stroke Our bodies join Like a single being In the fountain of its rebirth Loss of control shaped me