In days laced Titian

In days laced titian

I was stirred by your every breathe
Spreading gooseflesh
On skin covered in rusty aftermath
The iron bitter of it had become delectable
And consumed my soul
Eclipsing all that was held sacred
Until my true nature shown only in halo effects
Your dark hunger swollen
Bubbling black and stinking your malignant odor
Sinking sweaty thrusts into my body
Each unholy moan releasing impurities
Perpetrated by our fuck
My desire
A temple of madness
Built to house our lust
Where your idol rose to prodigious proportions
And tossed to your feet
Vermilion petals
That stained my fingers red  
I  had flung them willingly
To please you
And shred them with hungry
Hungry  
Teeth sharpened on the bones of virgin daughters of man
In those days
Their screams played like music to my ears
The soundtrack of my romance with perdition
Now....
My own screams from dream wake me
And seem not only  match the young girls i torn with sanguine soaked vigor
But exceed it...  
Still ....
I would follow you back to those depths of carnal lunacy
To feel your spill once more