Stoker stoking the Fire - #3 (twilight version)

her exquisiteness
usurped the hold
of the throne below
that she overthrew
me too
her tenderness
and jaded eyes
therein was more
my insides she severed and thereby slew

but in those moments
she became every woman
that reigned over me I ever knew
beyond first love
every girl
and innocent boyhood crush
reaching in
whispering my humanity
back from that life past
this light over darkness was nigh too much

then in the sudden present
we stared intently
wrapping each other
in vines and yards of lust
first touch, a little
first kiss, so brittle
in the air these high waters flew
elements couldn’t hold back
building and boiling
the damned walls of passion
that eventually would break through
blood running hot
fanging for flesh
searching for mandated first bite
but she was saved
by the monogynous break
of their unanimous first light

then a convulsion
from below
as I was raptured in this wing
my Lady had forced me down
fuming as a witches’ pyre
with all her jealousy it did sting
took me to this dark hidden place
and showed me a brazen hearth
dominatrix
demanding that it shall
always be as ash
and to never ever be sparked

I pleaded her to take
this story from my minion lower part
and resigned on my knees
that a she-mortal
had taken my callous very heart
and even though
I served her dutiful
and acknowledged
her sovereignty was higher
she could not stop me
from breaking hells’ laws
and from stoking this unsanctioned mortal fire……….