You should not be here, but you feel it.
Did you enjoy your time in the light, my fallen angel? How high did you fly, my Icaria, before your feathers were burned black? How glorious was your fall into my abyss?
Set that animal free. What is pain but dark pleasure? By your bites, scratches and growls under the full moon, all over my body, you become something else my she-wolf. And by God, you are magnificent as you catch your breath in the throes of our lovemaking.
Like me, you have become more…
You knew from time immemorial, that time is meaningless to me. You have always been in sync with me, and welcomed me into you. My thoughts, words, touch. You have gloried in the sheer madness of simultaneous orgasms. You have descended into depravity; by losing yourself in me, you found yourself.
In oblivion, laid your recreation.
Can you see it?
Who thought that the flame you carried within you will burn me? You torched my icy heart to powder. I am nothing but ashes, sand in the desert that is your life.
This is our song of ice and fire.
This is our snow. This is our dragon. We both will never give in. We want it all…even at the very cost of ourselves. That in itself is the point. We get it, and it is our undoing. We consume ourselves, simultaneously, unhealthily, giving ourselves life. We are the the snow dragon of Russia.
There is no god out of this machine, as the god you call love died eons ago. What burns so brightly is an echo of what could be, but will never be attained. We have gone too far, giving up the very thing we sought at the very beginning.
As lightning strikes the dead land that is my soul, I will dream of rain.
And what I see is a sun goddess. Amaterasu.
I am of the night, my darling. I must look away. And yet you force my eyes open, to behold you in your blazing glory. Do you not know that the world will die without the night to offset the heat of day?
Let me go.
Here I am again
I’m drowning in your essence
Sinking, and yet, floating.
I am burning alive
The way you move sets me on fire
Igniting my sex drive
How sweet, the burning pain of desire
You can make me fade away
Obliterate the concept of night and day
The way you move blows me away
And I find myself obeying all you say
Who would have thought that I would have to descend
On my knees, between your legs, paying homage
That worshipping that god of your abyss will make me ascend
As you take me higher, I thank you for your patronage