Nephilim

I take her hand such warmth as we embrace,
Frailly does she trace my palm as I gaze into her face,
Eager to take grip unsteady for this fare,
Red velvet lip stick kiss 'em if you dare,
Goddess I call leading the way to deception,
King she replies ready to start the conception,
The moon shines upon our unholy descent,
The only sounds that resonate are the screams of her repent...