Lamia Kisses

He thought the sound of rushing air signaled our initial presence    
Darkness purred a slow descent caressing all his senses  
    
Instead of a pitiful display    
Of defeat and dismay    
Or dripping consternation    
 
From afar before    
I found the source    
Of iridescent determination    
   
For hours I sat    
Still    
Upon a branch    
A beautiful sycamore tree    
   
The one he seemed to be    
Ironically    
Staring where my wings  
Touched the leaves    
   
A poet... in thought    
In other worlds, lost    
So oblivious    
Only flesh    
Holds hostage    
... So curious    
   
Held captive in the comforting hours under still twilight    
I knew the question he would ask could only be answered upon sight    
I need to dive into those lucidly beckoning sources of light    
See inside and make sure I am not deceived this night    
   
Contented breaths and pressing resurrection between my thighs    
Was brought upon by my song as I sifted through a lonely mind    
Grinning as he spoke, I sunk my teeth to his moaning sighs    
Demanding of a consort    
   
Oh yes.    
You are mine    
You are mine.