#lesbian drow

My lover's got humour

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak

My church offers no absolutes

“I wish to consume you, to taste your ichor and feel your warmth. To fill my belly with your flesh, and to suck the marrow from your bones. Sustain me in life so I can taste you in death. Mend my body with your own as your viscera satiates me.”