Vagabond

Beneath the surface of wanting,
She waits.
Poison dripping from enticing lips
Eyes, tainted in green
She lays in bewitching grace
Upon a bed of crimson silk
Wicked radiance pours from within
Her voice, an angel’s whisper cloaked in thirst
Curls of the deepest brown fall upon her face
Whispering lust laden words
My primitive being longs to taste her poison
To feed the frenzy running rampant inside
Her body is my gravity
Caging my soul inside
Barbaric seductress
Ravishing huntress
Releasing control, I am hers.
Poison upon her lips, dripping from mine
Tainted eyes feral
Reflections of bewitching grace
Piercing into the glass
Wicked radiance pours into me
Vagabond no more