Marks of Lillith

You know that one you desire

Her eyes rolling around lost in an erotic dream land

She looks at you like some insane, hungry huntress

Needing to consume her prey before worlds end.

Body’s merged together like a space craft docking

Sweat merged in with other emissions.

She wants more of you, so much so

She drowns you in her passion.

The animal wins for a while

As you feel the nails rake you deep

She howls with joy as her passion soaks you.

You are also lost in the moment.

So lost the deep gashes caused by Lillith’s talons

Makes you ride the wave even more.

Then on the next day you can’t sit back

The pain of Lilliths love mauling.

Makes you remember every Kiss, every scratch,
Every soaring height of dreamland.

No escape for you, her passion has made you

Her consort of the eternal night

©Martin Hickman; June 2014