Shadows dance off your porcelain
And I trace the sharp of the blade down cracks made
Hoping the right incision could spill the poison
And we can both taste your sweet ruby port.

Intoxicate me with silken lips
Touching me in lingering whispers
Wrapped in your velvet softness,
I am alive in the sharp nip of the nape
Drink me like a fountain, bask in my anima
Become one, pneuma.

Crack me like a fortune cookie
And read my fate upon your tongue
Flick my resolve into the depths of the river Styx
Let us tangle like twisted twine
And let the ropes of fate bind
***** as it ever was, to be your meal
In hunger and lust.