Preternatural Passion Poem
And by the power of three times three, here’s a sensual triple etheree…
Bite
my flesh
with your teeth,
my Dracula,
and make my skin sting,
my nerve endings shudder.
Set my corpuscles pulsing,
with the graze of ivory fangs,
resurrect the ghost of my wanting,
my heart pounding like a hammer (horror).
***
Possess me like a playful poltergeist
and let me exorcise you with lust
a creature feature in the dark,
preternatural passion
in supramundane sex.
Awaken my beast
and on me feast.
Suck, my love,
my blood
sings.
***
Bring
to me
the heaven
of little death
locked in your embrace,
hypnotized and horny.
Succumbing to you, Master,
because on me you’ve cast your spell.
I’m the Mina to your Count Orlok
but Nosferatu, it’s you with the stake.
***
©️ Jupiter Grant, 2021
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