You must have been woven from moonlight magic
For If we lived in a world of
Golden lakes, diamond rains, and emerald gardens
Your stardust soul would shine brightest
There's nothing pure in your gaze now,
Eyes like razors
As they carve open my mortal flesh
Exposing the hunger settling low
Imploring me to taste the parts that make you up
So, I let you lead me into velvet darkness
with an eagerness, I’m not used to
Let you trace runes onto my skin
and utter spells into my mouth
Till my lips were red and swollen but forever searching
Till my tongue knew the words well enough to give them back
Till I couldn’t discern where you began and I ended
Your sorcery must have made you an architect,
my spine arching under the columns of your fingers
My entire structure quivering, so close to crumbling
Magic must have made you a cruel jailor
locked pleasure in a prison where only you had the key
The scalding pressure within:
building, begging for release, crying to be let out
Till you finally relented
Till I lay there enchanted and breathless
I’d be your willing sacrifice
