She clings to me,
With her claws dug in my back-
Pouring all my life
Onto pallid fingers

And she remains,
Lost within a daze-
Trembling below the waist
Her wound that never heals
Filled and stretched as she feels
Home within all the pain,
Painted in pleasurable rain
Showering down her frame,
She’s only alive when he reigns

Over her like an overture
As lungs deflate
And the sound matures
To the shrieks of her love
In the moans of her lust
Praising the gods, lost in the cusp
I’m caught up in her voluptuous hills
As my eager hands grab hold within the valleys
Hourglass cosplay in your alabaster silk
We can sing the psalms of my palms
As they crash upon your bountiful flesh
Flush with a blush for all that it gives
You love what you get when you make me sweat
And crave you like a ferocious lion
One more ****** and I’ll take you to Zion.

We twist and we twine into arcane shapes
And it’s written on her face-
The need she chases in desiderium day-dreams
Our scents collide ambrosial perfume
Intermixed with confessions consumed
As we collapse as fluids coalesce
Into a confluence of our love
Inexorable fleeting breaths
In perfect tandem breadth

She clings to me-
With her claws dug in
Exsanguinate me -
And paint me with your pallid fingertips
I want to wear your love.