under the glare
of hooded eyes
affixed to the prey
his pearls begin to luster
the threat of his love
taunts her
with skilled fingers
gloved in leather
his strong mouth
claims her throat
encircles it with purple tattoos
indelible
ancient desires
reigned upon she who is
the reincarnation of his only love
candlelight evenings,
the wick trembles,
spills along the candle, as she
trembles and spills beneath his cape
this bold love demanding submission
night waits for her aria
of sighs, murmurs and helpless moans
as they become one
again, again
at daylight,
a ruby necklace lay upon angelique's bed
his slim love poem of blood
the scent of his musk in her hair...
until the next full moon.
Cynthia
10.3.09
