His touch is death’s curse incarnate,

Death’s curse maimed with immortality’s sting, But I cannot resist.

He comes with beauty’s delicious charm, Oozing from reddened, muted lips, and sharp teeth, But I invite him in.

Long black hair wisps about ebony eyes, That see me even when we are apart, in sleep, But I dream of him.

His tall figure looms at my window,

Strong and forceful, forcefully persuasive words, But I hear the silence.

His words hum in mind, purring harshly, My desire unable to resist the temptation he offers, But I am fearful of him.

He steps through into my lonely world, Running sharp talons over my throat and chest, But I am desperate for him.

I do not flinch as his claws penetrate me, The pain is as exquisite as the unbearable delight, But I dread his craving.

As if I am nothing, he carries me to my quilt,

For when I am relaxed, he truly overpowers me, But I willingly let him.

Tearing asunder my shift, I am vulnerable to his eyes, Shamelessly I turn my head and allow his serpent tongue access,

But my whole body invites him.

He smothers me, and fills me until I can take no more, And as my body climbs, so too does his mouth, and teeth,

But I am exquisitely open.

As my body electrifies, he penetrates my throat, and drinks from me,

And once his thirst depletes, and I deplete, he feeds

me from his veins, But I am ravenous.

But I am ready, But I am lost,

But I am immortal.

I am unfaithful death’s eternal consort.