Red Roses For The Devil's W***e

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 grab some flowers
Once red and alive.

Smiling an evil smile, you say,
"Red roses for the Devil's w***e".
As you hand them to me I know,
This grave is to be my home forever more...

Copyright©JosieWentzel18April2007