Against my cold wet skin, embodiment of bliss
Black lace wound strictly tight on amber skin, mist entwined
Woven through frames of haunting moonlight's first allure
Unclean desires never felt so pure
Pale eyes devise their dirge serenades
I feel their poison nails caress, engrave and rake
Sin irresistible to touch, as ever known to cloth
I'd never thought dead flesh to feel so soft
Upon my fevered skin temptations promise bliss
Black drapes so gently slide off amber skin, rich in pride
For you, would not these ripe veins open wide
I'd never thought dead flesh to look so tight
Crimson tongues split from pitch, mirrored breath, wry pulse pounding
Welted skin, bosomed clove redolence
A vestal witch's grin, silken, in soft candlelight
Swoon in restraints of a lecherous wine
Deeper I drank, deeper, still craving more
What displays more of beauty, than a naked corpse
Are we not, for once, disdain to decay?
If not but for carnal iniquity's taste
In embrace of the arms
That would feed upon my drunken form
Prey to decadence
A taunting scent for wolves outside the door,
For wings upon the dusk of night, a feast for all tongues forked
Beneath my cold wet skin all lusts of ageless sin
Amber skin so pristine inviting morbid delights
Wearing a veil of haunting moonlight's sick allure
Unclean desires spawn a new vigor
