Dead Mans Bed

You have given me a vision
Verdant hills
A blackened sky
Cold stone
Marbleised thighs
Glimpsed in my darkling eye
Words upon this bed
Surrounded by an iron fence
Our flesh chilled
Breath a mist
As rampant
I tend thee
Feral eyes mine
Drinking in your vision
Wallowed in bliss
Your heat warms me
Accepts me
Primal
We lose ourselves
Rutting as wolves
I bite
As you cry
For this bloody union
Is ours tonight
In the morn we skulk
Daemon and She-wolf
Separated by years
Baying for the blood
Of that precise lust

© 2005, Mosquitobyte