beauty, lust, poetry, sex, women

A fine pair of monsters

By moonlight,

I approach, smooth but determined,

Finding poetry in the scent of your skin

The way your flesh feels to my chill fingers

What sounds you make,

The contented murmurs of someone

Willing to be fed upon

But this is just a part

For in some ways,

I am formal and controlled,

Control and discipline to a deathless

Perfection

But that same moon

Draws out the animal within

And it has such an appetite,

Rough paws pinning,

Wet nose and hot breath,

Fur teeming with perspiration

As it holds you down

Uses you over and over,

It knows you, and how best

You can be taken

To meet

To meat

So, here I am,

I shall love you as a vampire

Fuck you

As a werewolf

What a fine pair of

Monsters,

I make

 

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s