Poezja

by Angela Lucius
published in Darkness Deep 2011

Pure decadence is in his smile
His eyes a piercing blue
His evil grin, hints of sin
And speaks a lustful truth.

Her lips are plump and luscious
Like berries from the vine.
She returns his evil grin,
As she sips her blood red wine.

He slips her clothes off with his eyes,
A public molestation.
He never speaks a word,
But he implies, he's near starvation

She gives the look, that all men know,
Caressing with her lashes.
She licks her lips with hot intent,
Nearly burning him to ashes

The heat between them so intense,
That if they were to touch,
Their skin would melt like butter,
In a smoldering metal cup.

Their gaze is long and lingers.
Passion, but a blazing flame,
Scorching to the bone
In this wicked , lustful game.

Enchanted demon lovers,
Testing out their powers.
To see which one will give in first,
The goal but to devour.

Though their bodies never touch,
The messages are clear.
Even if they never speak,
You can't help but overhear.

For with their eyes they've spoken,
Their flaming, hot desire.
And nothing, but surrender,
Will ever quench, this wicked fire.