The Lustrous Darkness of Want

Come into the lustrous darkness
Of admiration, lascivious excitement,
In the dusky you hear the words
“You’re mine, all mine…”
Yet you feel turned on, winded up.
Horny by the one like a creature from below,
Clutching your behind like a scorpion’s claws,
Feeling your tits as he waves
His long tongue, full of desire.

This activity of sexual beauty coming into place
By the one of intense passionate want,
He mutters, “Feel me, smell me, taste me”
In return his fingers rub up your vagina,
Nimble as the hand of the creature of lust,
Directing to your reaction of the sound of moaning
And intimate satisfaction you’d wish for more,
Like a never-ending story.

Inside you sense it as you sink in
To his fantasy of raging tenderness,
Carried and taken away to a circle
Where others craved, hungered, thirsted
For more vivid sex in this time of wicked twilight,
Mesmerized by his actions
That spoke louder than words,
You wonder, Is this the last?
In his pale, glowing yellow eyes,
Eyes like an extreme, affectionate demon,
He responds, “It’s only just begun, sexy human”
And concludes with a lick on your cheek
And a comforting scratch down your back.