Grace escapes my life this burgeoning night.
Drugs coax me to door of the dying.
I care little of this conclusive plight.
Our souls are annexed, mortality crying.
Resistance of desire not within our might.
A bitten tongue commences shared dining.
Dreamlike wraiths, absorbed in the dining.
Looking, feasting, blackened blood of night.
Joyous in jilt, imbibing the crying.
Arousal strikes hard, ignorance of plight.
Rapturous, we consummate the dying.
Bodies as one, exuding lust’s might.
Dominance, retreats against passions might.
Ocular delight, next course of dining.
Penetrative elation cries this night.
Pain lost, I sup on her blood and crying.
We know how this end, enduring the plight.
Union continues hence, no heed on dying.
Death strikes his toll, in tune to the dying.
His solemn bell rings, purposive in might.
Skin, swift the entrée of fervours dining.
Heavenly flesh, savoury gift of the night.
Blissful in tears, garnished of the crying.
Our hands peeling further, aching nails plight.
Faux limbs discarded, aide-memoir of plight.
Inedible in passions pure dying.
I devour her essence this very night,
My skinned nose, entremets of her dining.
She shears off my face, fangs working might.
Sweet, mutual pain, dressed by the crying.
Pain flows, red tears, blending the crying,
Hungers soft kiss, preceding loves last plight,
Time draws its veil, our void of the dying,
Vastness of void, advances against our might,
Bodies flayed, craven within our dining,
Luxuriously devoured our night.
This night, we are one in the crying,
The dying flies out, carriage of the plight,
Yielding of might, tenacious in the dining.