A Satyr's Prayer

Love me in the midnight sky  
The harvest moon our bed  
Bodies washed in reflective sun  
We glow an amber red  
 
Take me quick for yours, my love  
Before he comes to tempt me  
Satan's on the prowl, ya' know  
Wants me for his bride  
He'll whisper me sweet nothings  
As he tears upon my hide  
He'll dine upon my flesh;  
No pleasures will we bide  
 
In wanton lust, I'll turn about  
Offer him my throne  
Deep within, he'll touch my sin  
Tying us a knot  
All that's left to marry me  
Is to baste my hearth in blessing  
 
I beg for you to save my soul
As you revel in my heat
Willingly I'll open
As you fill my hollowed self
Yet know me more than carnal flesh
As I spread myself before you
 
Together in the garden's grove  
With fireflies about us  
Bludgeon me with manly good  
Take my heart's desire  
And if I cry for Lucifer  
In my throes of passion  
Lord have mercy on my soul;  
I'll swear I am a liar  
 
 
(originally posted on a personal blog: http://ramblingsfrommytyper.blogspot.com/2012/06/haiku-monday-afoso.html)