A yielding wind and Vampish Dark

A Poem by Abraxasbird

Sultry risks

Growing impish
sinking into that vampish dark
where hidden eyes stalk
among stars, moonless skies, and bark,
The Wind and Dark danced
gleefully entranced.
Giving into that deep acme majesty,
knowing fully well of the travesty,
knowing fully well of the jeopardy,
emphatically feeling feelings,
erupting in a plethora
of little etceteras;
the wind blew, bit, caressed,
massaged, and smothered,
licking at flesh,
and freezing senses,
as it ran its course
over and over,
over and under,
in and out,
anywhere
and
everywhere
like a passionate lover
caught
in the height of the night;
where might is naught
and
submission is want.