the dark mystic glow of you
captivates, willingly
imprisons me, as you dig your
blue and scarlet fingernails
into the small of my back. Your
evil knowing smirk betrays little
of your primitive intent, of your
hidden quiet rage, unleashed with
Fury. i am content, in the small pains
of your sharp talons, as we
Coalesce. One being. One
primal scream. And it begins.