Against my cold wet skin, embodiment of bliss

Black lace wound strictly tight on amber skin, mist entwined

Woven through frames of haunting moonlight’s first allure

Unclean desires never felt so pure

Pale eyes devise their dirge serenades

I feel their poison nails caress, engrave and rake

Sin irresistible to touch, as ever known to cloth

I’d never thought dead flesh to feel so soft

Upon my fevered skin temptations promise bliss

Black drapes so gently slide off amber skin, rich in pride

For you, would not these ripe veins open wide

I’d never thought dead flesh to look so tight

Crimson tongues split from pitch, mirrored breath, wry pulse pounding

Welted skin, bosomed clove redolence

A vestal witch’s grin, silken, in soft candlelight

Swoon in restraints of a lecherous wine

Deeper I drank, deeper, still craving more

What displays more of beauty, than a naked corpse

Are we not, for once, disdain to decay?

If not but for carnal iniquity’s taste

In embrace of the arms

That would feed upon my drunken form

Prey to decadence

A taunting scent for wolves outside the door

For wings upon the dusk of night, a feast for all tongues forked

Beneath my cold wet skin all lusts of ageless sin

Amber skin so pristine inviting morbid delights

Wearing a veil of haunting moonlight’s sick allure

Unclean desires spawn a new vigor