fetish

my heart cues my mind
the internal struggle is real
my darkness bane is who I am
calling her back is treacherous

thick with need she bleeds feeing
casting torrid spells heady with desire
I burn with her conjuring

there is a man on my mind
my fantasies wrap around his quiet fantasies
producing a woman he can believe in
a beautiful whore adorned with fetish

there is nothing taboo for her
she drips crimson
and wears her lewd positions eloquently

lending her onyx bent her cunt on display
daring him come nigh
her passions run high
and she longs to take him deeo into her night

a rendevous in secret
she has no interest in entertaining his friends
pulling from his hidden wants
she takes the moon from the sky
howling in sync to his greed

they are two heathen prowlers
causing the night to blush
touching his ego
she boasts his libido

his kink is her pleasure
the demonic harlot lights the flame under him
his eyes are crazed to be running free

unfettered release, confession not needed
she reads him just fine
his kink is her meal

she eats sex this is her arena
to pul men into her arena
sating their monster while understanding her own