You taste of decay and death, my dear.
A robust flavor masked by seductive musk.
That potent kiss, I crave on my lips
While knowing of the countless men you've savored,
And all who are enslaved to your shape.
Passion burns within your smooth, pale skin,
Slowly, but ever reaching to climax.
I breathe you in, oh killer mine,
My tongue and lips desiring you.
Soul, body, mind, wastes away for your pleasure,
Sacrificed willingly to your whorish delight.
With every exhale you dance before me,
Chaotic beauty in your swirling blue mists.
You are every self-destructive man's fantasy,
Detestable and delectable, I use your abuse of me.
Again you press upon my mouth.
Once more I give in to your advances.
My mistress of death prolonged, postponed,
Dance in the cold night for me endlessly.