luscious fear

I love your lips, cracked; your eyes, all bloodshot.
Our lust is what gives luscious fear its life.
All night in my bed, we turned cold death hot.
Who loves you? Would just any man or wife
lick the grave dirt from between your cunt lips?
Cum for me. You came back for me. I came
inside you. The proof of our love now drips
inside you. When it's love there is no shame.
Embrace the wicked light of a June moon.
Sing to me what the Dead know of the night.
And, my dark one, I want you to cum soon.
Cum like roman candles, burn like sunlight.
It was the way you slipped back into bed,
hungry, aroused, as if luscious fear led.