She left her flesh
At the foot of the bed
Her carnal virtues laid bare
Her raven hair
Her mourning veil
Licking at her naked, pale shoulders
Her sumptuous, full-moon breasts
Watching over her smooth, flat abdomen
Her mound of Venus
Concealing long-wounded virginity
Her legs, pillars of marble
Moving in slow, sensuous strut
Dark mistress, keeper of my silent desires
And exquisite nocturnal corruptions
She bends to my longing
Piercing my lip with her vampire tooth
With witchy fingers she caresses my face
Her darkness reaching out to mine
Her breath smells of cadavers and lust
Her bloody blushing lips
Stealing my inhibitions
And whispering alchemical vulgar allures
Drawing me further into her sensuous shadow
Fair-faiced succubus
Trailing a black frock of venereal sins
She falls upon me
Playing out her nightmares
Upon my malleable flesh
Her cold hands moving, searching
Finding what her desire demands
Bare back and free she mounts
Riding us into her endless oblivions
The night is her witness
As I am lost in the violence of her moving
Dropping the reins
She reaches for the sky
A convulsion, a shudder of abandon
She cries out like a wild banshee
As I release my moribund seed into her pallid womb.
Like morning mist
She evaporates into my daydreams forever.