Beauty carved in face of marble
Traces elegant ivory curves
Scent of a bed of honey
Spun silk through my nerves.
Fires in her milky eyes
Fueled by malintent
Hours spent in suffocation
From the seconds spent.
Nails that dig into my back
And linger for days gone past
Bites that mark her gentle grasp
And fade when they should last.
Her taste that fills my open mouth
And trickles down my chin
The hunger that ceases not
That rises from within.
The hands that hold
My simple heart
Her lips that whisper still
The words which tear us apart
And yet give me my fill.
Moonlit Poetry 