tempted two -
Demoness ...
Tread soft near me, pray thee ...
tread light and soft ... shall I yet awaken
to the warmth of your hellfire?
I am your infernal progeny,
birthed of you and Heaven ... I have been
torn with your ire ...
I have been rent and
burned by the cold flames of your
skin on mine ...
Dare you mix such immaculate flesh
with this gypsy, forsaken? I am thrall, with but
a taste of your dark nectar.
Oh, to pierce you with the keen blade of
truth, to slay your hot impiety, kill you with love, and
sate the horrid heart's hunger.
We swim the moonlight and
each other ... bare and bold, torn and told of
sacred secrets gained in treason.
Let that lie be our salvation ...
we rise in desire - we soar erotic, prurient,
woven, interlaced ...
One.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice 4, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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