Nocturne #2

Let me taste Hell
  Upon your lips
Embrace me with alabaster
   Arms that keep me close
Touch me with hands
  That make me shiver with amatory cold
Choose your mask
  And wear it well--Harlot
                                 Courtesan
                                 Vampiric whore

Come to me with
   Your legions of shadows
   Each a vice of the flesh
   That you offer

Let me feel the chill of death
   When I gaze into your eyes
They harbor a sirens song
   That I cannot resist
Seduce me with a glance
Lure me into your prurient abyss

Let your black gown
   Fall from your shoulders
That I may feel you
   Like new flesh enshrouded about me
Synchronized and harmonized
   Moving and breathing as one
   That we may give up our ghosts together
Our lurid night play enshrined forever
   Upon soiled linen of black satin.