Visions Of Eroticism

Last night, I seemed to have a dream, a vision.

The most beautiful vision ever to behold.

She was like a jewel more radiant than the stars,

her scent infused the air, so sweet, so tempting.

In her eyes a passion burned, alluring me.

Her face caressed by soft ebony locks,

as they cascaded and tumbled,

down her perfectly formed body.

Her skin as pale as freshly fallen snow.

Her form adorned in black flowing Saturn,

catching on the wind, as sensuality pours,

seeping from her glowing aura.

In night falls amber glow, was a beauty unto herself.

Red roses adorn the ground beneath her.

She called to me in a voice like velvet,

whispering fantasies, unbridled and obscene.

To her beauty and grace I fell prey.

I surrendered, dropped down upon my knees,

as the thorns dug in,

I bled, the pain was intense,

charged and fuelled with depraved eroticism.

My head hung low as I bowed down to her,

Her breath more cold than the devils touch,

As she sank deep, so deep into my neck.

I reeled in the pleasures bestowed on me,

as this deity drank my blood tho it were wine.

Her poisoned nectar infused my veins,

draining my essence in full,

from my once human form.

As dawn broke burning my eyes, I fell to see,

I was captivated by the princess of the dark.

My fate now sealed, as in dusks embrace,

I shall remain forever, in shadows preying,

devouring the souls of unbroken life for eternity.