The only tune that’s played tonight
where darkness deeply nests
this bloodlust rushing in my veins,
this thirst! I cannot rest.
I walk the passage to your room
my footfalls hungry, hushed
as perished roses left to die,
I need to see you blush.
Your room is locked but in my hand
I clench the key I stole.
The hollow by your throat is soft
I crave your flesh, your soul.
forgive me darling my lust’s too strong
I cave and crush your nape
You are the love forever kept
my mist, your silvered shape.
Tonight Sanaa is hosting at dVerse and she wants us to write Gothic poetry. A lot of bad tales grows from unharnessed lust.