ELSBETH.
A black soul hides
behind her gleaming eyes
If I could peer deep enough
to find it.
Runes as old as time
lie painted upon the pale palette
of her porcelain skin if
I had the language to
read them.
Ancient chants sing in the
rhythm of her breathing
if I could silence my pounding
heart long enough to
hear them.
Witchery hides between
her thighs if I could
but cool my lust
long enough to feel it.
Her dark spells ooze
a mist from
her drooling lips
disguised as sweet
midnight sighs.
She bathes me
in her wicked need and steals
my screaming soul…
hers now…
and forever.
