Flesh Sonata Vol. 3 Overture 1

When dusk is upon us

The candles are lit

When the sun is gone

along with its warmth

the space between us charged with lust

The finality of when the clock strikes

What a relief to hear it

What joy!

We shall be the source of fire

that ignites the shadows within

The orbits magnetically connecting us

Panting

Shivering

Hissing

Domination

Submission

Intertwining like vines on a branch

holding my body captive

The moon and the stars our only witnesses

Domineering

Subversion

your flesh a tasty experience

Unsuspecting of the cruelty that awaited

thus your voice sounded elated

that was my intention

I wanted the screeching sonata of panic.

The rising tides of frenzy

Your muscle memorizing the organ

clenching and shaping to its size

as my tongue danced around

tasting the flesh at its freshest

I felt it down my throat and gut

with a final spasm

You ceased

“Bravo! Beautiful!” I cheered

with an applause and a wipe of my mouth

I smeared your remains on my face

A warrior in your eyes

but you are not here to see it

My battle has come to end

Having fed my ravenous hunger

Our consummation is complete.

--PasopNegra