Red Roses For The Devil's W#@re

I taste upon your lips
A taste so Divine
It's one of sweet poison
In a drop of wine

Your scent fills my nostrils
Your scent of Death
Your scent will linger
Until my senses have all left

As I follow your raspy voice
Into the cemetery
The moon disappears behind the clouds
The darkness engulfing me

I feel your teeth in my neck
Your breath down my spine
In the distance I can hear
A wolf gently crying

I let you violate me
In the most sensual way
I am yours
Until this world fades

From on top of the grave
In which we lie
You grabbed some flowers
Once red and alive

Smiling an evil smile, you said
"Red roses for the Devil's w#@re"
As you handed them to me I knew
This grave was to be my home forever more...

18 April 2007