Blackened Desire

A simple haunting,

Single desire,

It caresses the flame.

There'll soon be a fire.

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Control is an essence,

Of no use in this Sire.

Whispering darkness moves,

In a blackened consummation.

Radiance slowly fades,

With a spiteful trepidation.

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The Purity will come,

Without hesitation.

Lustful for blood,

Delighted to quench,

A thirst runs too deep,

Wanting to drench.

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Oh, how it smells,

A fascinating stench.

Greedily suckle,

Tearing at skin,

Broken in moonlight,

Witness to Sin.

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Seducing it moves,

Passion will win.

Needs overwhelming,

They rip through the stillness.

Icy steel thick in flesh,

Every slash to reply in kiss.

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Wind traces an outline,

Provocative, this.

Bodies dance.

They're one in the dark.

Moving and meeting,

They struggle to arc.

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One pushes the other,

Pressing to mark.

Inch for inch,

Motion for motion,

Perfumed air creates,

This sexed potion.

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Taking is easy,

Hungry devotion.

Trust, he says,

Not that she gives.

Feeling the claws,

She wonders who lives.

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Don't ask. Don't answer.

Blind to the Seductive's.

A maiden once swaddled in white,

Has been tempted beyond care.

His sinister heat floods through.

Her body, unaware.

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She doesn't realize,

Her soul is bare.

This blackened Desire,

The pain it streams,

Unforgettable,

Tearing at the seams.

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He strengthens the touch,

She bends as it deems.

Biting until her fragile flesh,

Gives way to his feast.

Murder, she screams,

As Prince becomes beast.

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She's given it all.

Her body, the least.

-Yabou