She's a specter, an aurora of desires, floating above me in the dark
Her slender arm pierces my chest, opening me like a yawn, frying my circuits with potential
I lay locked in her gaze as she lifts my beating heart to her smiling lips
My prone form shudders as her hungry teeth consume, and my dreams drip from her chin
I am delicious, she is delicious, the taste of us commingles in my thoughts
Her eyes flash, heat lightning inside my skull as I relax and let the riptide bear me away
Our thirst satiated I solidify once again, and shadowless I remain locked in her gaze
Her name is Muse, and I am her disciple
Location
Eye of the HurricaneGender
Male