In Blacklight

Soft as silk, the skin that draws me to you

be my cup

I would drink of thee...

take you in and fill you up

let pour sweet words like honey down upon your senses

i'll sneak within your fences to the places where you hide

I will not be denied the perfection of your touch.

I ask only this much

invite me inside and in fev'rish embrace we will abide

and find there such bliss as might be made

in your venus' glade we will slip into each other

while that voyuer night gives shelter and cover

and watches what sins we might commit

after long years the taste of you lingers,

your memory taut upon my fingers and my flesh

I wrap you in the mesh of my will, take my fill

gorged and spent of all I would not relent

but take you again and again

to that place where the devil has been and marked us both

bound together in lustful troth

I delve deep for the treasure within you

the pleasure and pain white hot to bend you to my will.

And will you break for me?

Be bent and weak and wet for me

when I call you to serve my hunger

drown you in the storm and thunder of my darkest need

my succubus born to feed from my thickened spear

on the point I shall take your fear

and twist it round until you come down with me

to me, on me and in our sin blessed be by the torrent I release

I shall make of thee a feast

For Kori