She walks on the heels of the night
followed by the smell of ghosts
Leading me down the darkened alley
for purposes yet unknown

Shall I dwell in the carnal
desires of the flesh or
turn a blind eye to this
missed opportunity of human nature

This inhuman beast of passion
wraps her tentacles around my neck
I feel myself become devoured in
her sweet seduction

Her smell more intoxicating than
the spirits previously ingested
makes me think of flowers that look
so pretty but open up and
swallow you whole with their vision of heaven

A pleasant uneasiness rides up my body
from the pit of my stomach as I brace
for the thought of things to come

Euphoric delusions from the pressing of lips
overwhelms the senses while sending out
little daggers of endorphins that
poke, prod, prick and pierce every
inch of my being

Enthralled in the moment I follow
her waving finger to come hither
She kisses my neck like a vampire
searching for a fix and the tingle
becomes too much to walk away from

The point of no return is now
a distant memory and there is only the moment
She whispers silver tongued sweet nothings in the dark

Two strangers in the night entwined
There are no consequences anymore
only the roar of chances taken

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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