Sheets of ebony rock,
sweat glistening on pale
flesh. Candlelight plays on
bodies entwined in the game
of lust.

Hungry hands search the
erotic plains of darkness,
within the beast awakens. She
cries out to the ancient gods
of ecstasy, Bacchus answers with
yes.

The depths of primal passions
dance with shadowed promises
of love. Cold fingers play to the
tune of heathen sexual energies.

To the distance, one hears the beat
of black wings of the raven of despair.
Lovers break away, passion dead in their
pitless eyes. No more shall they know
the touch of their true self, their
healed hearts.

07/08/2009