Begeerte

Your pale clear skin
In the dim glow of the moon
Paving its way into the darkness

I see your blood flowing
And the tissue of your muscles gleaming
Through a pearly veil
I moisten my lips
And my shining flesh
Luminous of a glaze of poison
Devour me with your piercing teeth
Breathe the life back into me

I draw pleasure from it
The pursing of your lips
Hissing silent words
Drowns out the sound
Of enclosing noise
Curl my toes when you stroke

Our bodies join
Like a single being
In the fountain of its rebirth
Loss of control shaped me