Apotheosis

I find my prey
in the pitch-black night
and guide him home
to my squalid lair

I close the door and lock it—

I push him up against the wall
starving, I feast like a dog
on his rough lips—
I devour, unrelenting, his soft, soft throat
for what feels like hours
so hungry
so alone

I groan.
Unsatisfied.
I pull him closer,
I pull his body closer,
closer into mine

I’m biting him, chewing, eating, feasting—

The heat, the heat
oh god the heat!
his breath, his moans, his very blood,
is rushing in my veins!

I tie him to the bed
in a bloodthirsty frenzy—
I rip off his clothes
I kiss and bite and scratch and gouge
his tender, soft belly—
he moans, ever louder, ever needier,
grinding his own white-hot heat into me—

I mount his face
—so wet, so warm—
and swallow his cock with fury
I choke and gag with suicidal, frenzied fervor—
Enough!
Impatience!
The need, the heat, it’s scorching my veins!
I break, I mount his sharp and bony hips,
I bury his cock deep inside me
and scream with raging agony,
scream with riotous joy!
bucking, thrashing, wildly FUCKING,
he breaks—
he sobs—
he fills my sinful, hellborn womb—

I collapse into his arms
exhausted.

In those dreams, I soared on leather-black wings, through heaven
through hell, and feed.