The Feast

Lay me down
My table awaits
Fueled desires
Feasting eyes
Grasping hands
Clutching straws
Begging mercy
Guilty pleasures
Laugh in judgement
Crimes of passion
A willing victim
Take my life
Send me down

Your basement
Depravity

Your playpen
Lust

I wont go quite
My screams echo

Silenced

Flames
Smothered
In ardent kisses

As we ride out the storm
Soaked in sweat
heat of the moment
Reaching a crescendo
Soft whispers of devotion
To quell the storm
Sailing calm sea's
in the afterglow
Of our imagination