Luxurious deviance Leather and lace Mooonbeams and razors Blood in a crystal vase My demons are longing To feel your embrace To seize you to me With my hands on your waist Our paths intersect I breathe in the taste Your panic sets in As the clouds lay to waste The rays of the moon And you behold my face Shrouded in bloodlust With no saving grace Luxurious deviance Leather and lace
Not really sure. This poem was supposed to be elegantly dark like Morticia Addams but it turned into something else as I wrote.