Rabid

 
I enter you deep and strong
as reason fades to tatters,
when the grey closes in
and only fury matters.
A primal rush of feral lust
that blurs the borders between feed and fuck.
Your flesh is flushed with wanting heat,
my jaws are made for hunting meat.
The scent is thick, the chase is on,
the price is rather steep.
The game is sick, the prey is gone
and there are promises to keep.
Gnashing teeth and bucking bones,
two wild beasts hewn from stone,  
entwined within the vines
of deaths enticing throes.
We feast upon the spine of Atlas
to be crushed beneath the world,
and we'll be ground to dust
as time dictates we must
until compressed into a pearl.
The catch of breath, that final breath,
expelled from deep beneath the breast,
lingering rattle reminiscent of death
that falters upon quivering lips,
I will savor the flavor while the flavor is fresh
as I consume you in this kiss.