Your eyes peirce
into my flesh;
soaking me in
your kisses  
you suckle me
into each of
your almond
shaped *******.

You lead me
into your
private home
surrounded by
the scent of
honey and flowers
we grow more
close together
every hour slow,
our seeds in the fields
we are about to sow.

Night approaches the peak;  
your form changes:
you become nothing more
than a dark eclipse shadow
hissing and creeping
further up my flesh:
trapping the light of the moon
drowning me in the water
the lamb to the slaughter.