Thanatos

Come to me
my sweet illusion,
dance upon my skin
with feathery temptations,
lacquered desire flowing through my veins.
Let me sup immortality
from your masculine lips,
suck the sweet marrow of passion
against the warmth of your mouth,
the taste of brandy
a tingling warmth of your tongue.
My skin scorched,
blazed with the need of your fingers,
slick in the want of your mouth,
liquid nectar pooling,
sliding with humming warmth.
Flesh on flesh,
consuming skin in salty aspirations,
tighten buds of carnal presumption,
my soft breasts swelling against hard contours,
wrapped in coarse maleness.
My dark Thanatos,
teasing me with the little deaths of pleasure,
yet denying me of its full glory,
my need to have your thighs against mine,
complete this madness of need.
Touch me,
my little death,
let me feel the wholeness of your desiderate,
slide deep into the recesses of my desire
complete me in the ecstasy of the moment,
fill me desirous Thanatos,
slick and sweet with want.
Let my nails carve glorious niches,
needling needs driven home with powerful force,
the taste of your skin merged against my mouth,
my mark upon your shoulder,
shuddering in orgasmic delight,
together in death my dark lover.