Aphrodisiac for the damned

The moon follows me
as I run barefoot
into the woods

Dark Red Riding Hood
skyclad
under a
belladonna cloak

my slow
sultry
steps
and serpentine hips
seek you like a spell

I meet you in the shadows,
cry for dark magic,
as your teeth
take the back of my neck
and I shudder,

pale flesh and
black soul exposed under
the cold light of a snow moon

I twist my head to
defile your lips,
you cup my sex
and linger at its fullness
its slickness,

and move your hand
to brace my throat
as I undulate my
cursed body against
the front of your clothes
branding my need on you

like a pen
to a flesh-covered Grimoire

we turn to smoke
on our knees
and transcend
this perceived reality
not like gods
stepping onto heaven,
but screaming creatures
rutting in the dirt,

the smell of blood in the air
urges my hips to slam back
the feel of your skin
in my poisoned mind
like blood magic
curling in
unbelievably
witchy
ways

the taste of our
sick sorcery,
like teeth marks
on the small of my back,
wilting the air
like an

aphrodisiac
for the
damned