To Be With She
Poem By dave sherratt
A night of ethereal passion
A song of subtlety
Unicorns and wolves in sleep.
The thirsting one awakes
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her brooding form.
Detailed, precise shell.
A rebirth of impatient lust
Her ebony hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders
Her crimson lips part
She places them onto my membrane
Tastes my soul, streaming from a sexed, pale flesh
A new night of answers
I awaken to a full, fantasy, actioned.
Her nimble fingers trace my lips
'Hush, my love.' requests my espirited maiden.
'Look for me in the white forest. I hide in frosted hollows. Awaiting you.'
For She, this night, this moment
My temptress. My lover. My immortal.
Sweet raptured night.