The Scent of Eros

She wafts her placid fingers

Lithely composing a waltz

Hunting mine cast

Riddling and seeping through

 

Throbbing sentiments

Pounding, beating head

Ribcage raptured

Skin torn by seized fingers

 

Plasma filled Auras

The biting of the back of her hand

“ Taste thee….” She hushed

Gleaming pupils, dilated

 

Her nib, drugs mine putrid wine

Arctic cheek, grazing mine sheath

Dainty agaping lips, Adam’s ale dribbles

Her golden tongue, laps away

 

“ Feast on me…” I did hiss

Unstoppable, abysmally tranced

Mine vicera, her ambrosial Gala

Mine simper, her harness

 

A dire Wake

Entrails sheared

A pacified stream of Ruby Nectar

Embalmed Athame of Ovation

 

 

-Leah

Reviews

[songstress]

That was phenomenal. It's slow to real you in with the first stanza and it raises some tension with the first line of the second stanza. As if spiraling you into some dark drink. Truly carnal, barbaric, honest, and just beautiful. You know how to cast your words well, and I am in envy. enticing piece.