Muse

A Poem by wuzzle

Star crossed lusters.

She came to him

The whisper of a thousand kisses crashing into his body
Raising flesh as a knight in a call to arms
Delighted rage illuminating the darkness in glowing embers

He lay motionless

Witnessing an assault of perfumed agony as it devoured him
Pain as soft as ashes overwhelming his resolve
Her voice ringing thunders of delicious victory in her delicate sighs

She hesitated

Iron and honey enveloping her lips
The flavor of triumph dissolving on her tongue
The taste of her own prey a sudden impendence

He reached for her

Hands drenched in flames
The lightest caress searing a gossamer surface
A raindrop through the web of her dominion

They fell

Feathers made of molten steel
Engulfed in the gentle mist of chaos
Carelessly plummeting into the candied breath of their oblivion

A cloying sacrifice to the inferno