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The Delilah of the Night (Collab with Sky_dancer)

Touch me, your full bloom lips,
blood-swollen and taught.  
Taste my mind, it's waxing;  
consummate.  
Take me where the dead lay,  
lie with me,  
at your altar I sacrifice my soul.  
 
With lips parted and eyes bloomed I will. {Eyes bowed to you, supple and supplicated}  
Take you  
and lean you over my alter. {I offer my sacrifice to you,  Lord of My Aching}  
Cleaving your legs;  
I thrust  
to where the dead still dream;  
pushing. {Where life waxes and wanes, rivers rage; untamed}  
 
Unsheathing from you,  
the sight  
was bone marrow upon flushed skin. {Ashen and veined, throbbing strings, yours to pluck}  
Stirrings of poetic ardor,  
lustful aromas,  
laying with you,  
I’ve tasted you well. {A decadent array: skin, flesh, bone, marrow. Open me, devour 'til I'm dust}  
 
Your laces pulled;  
swaying in our lilac heat,  
my belt buckle clinking. {Heart stops, as do clock's, Pavlovian slit}  
Blindfolded with poetic ardor bliss we are,  
sightless to the unadventurous, {hidden in plain sight}  
deaf to the unrhythmical, {silent, sexual psalm}  
numb to a purist’s scrutiny. {Unchained but bound in rope and lust}  
 
Heaven under these hallowed vaults;  
loud, painful ecstasy. {Choirs of agony - each strike plucks a note}  
Oh, the humidity in your panties; perfumed bliss! {Meadows in morning dew, run through me; fingers brushing petals in your wind}  
Darkly erotic verse billows  
from our gaping mouths. {Breathe your incantations into my soul}  
And from our sweating bodies so close,  
your eyes blossom at mine. {Celestial bodies, in binary gravity}  
    
Sorcerous verses as you gasp;  
amorous lyric,  
“oh, temptress, allure me to Hell!” I roared.  
“Oh, I’m your fuckin’ claim!” you squealed.  
I do confess now,  
my blinded senses had awoken  
to the Delilah of the night.  
{Yet, with no deceit or falsehood. Your power is your benediction, my surrender is yours, My Lord}
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
Published
Author's Note
A collaboration poem with the very talented Sky_dancer! Enjoy!
www.gothicsurrealism.com
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