Center Stage

She walks in darkness, and I -
guided by her pale glow and breathy sigh -
stumble behind in reverie.

Against the heat of the distant red light
Her face pierces this faux-nite
like a phantasm - ghostly white.
  A starved vampire, she takes me as a victual
In a supernatural feeding ritual.

Her sultry-red lips like rage
 embrace me and gracefully
  slide along the length of me.
Her tangible tongue and visceral touch
Tug and pull at the soul: to decadence.
And as I lie prone, slave to her concupiscece,
 a droning moan, from her throat to mine, escapes.

From my heart my love drips
  coating her heart and moistening her lips.
I wanted to be a part of her
 to study and master the art of her;
supple body:naked, vulnerable, perfectly tangible.

To waste this chance to taste her soul;
I bow my head, my back, my knees
to bite and lick and tease and please.
Furiously I lash between her creamy thighs;
feel the tension, hear her cries,
marvel at the wonder in her innocent eyes.

As the tension dies down into blissful fatigue,
We lie in secular perfection -
Stark (white) against the black floor;
  angels forever more.