"Holiday Raven" from Sweet Embrace

moth to fire

fever to flame

thorns pricked

by bloody finger tips

rich

thick

wet

blood

drip drops drip

as salty lips lick

words from my mouth

like a sweet and sour treat

his hands shaking

with lust

hover above us

holding a black mistletoe

as we kiss

wrapped with a ribbon

and a bow

pure decadence

drenched with carnival elaborate opulence

this love

supersedes mortal death

while tiptoeing into the afterlife