Tonight
Tonight's the night to split a vein,
and 'twixt two morbid thighs caress
a sexually-defining
place,
with tongue in deep and hand on breast.
Tonight, the moon shines pale and wan,
and
shows my sanguine torrent clear,
that slips 'cross pale and scar-ridged skin,
towards thine eager
tongue, my dear.
Tonight, as arching backs are scratched by purposefully-sharpened nails,
our
bloodshot eyes meet, once, twice, thrice,
as love and Hell-bound lust prevail.
Tonight, we
writhe in agony
or ecstasy, I know not which,
for sometimes do the boundaries blur
when wrenched
by pure, orgasmic twitch.
..........Scar
