Tonight's the night to split a vein,
and 'twixt two morbid thighs caress
a sexually-defining place,
with tongue in deep and hand on breast.

Tonight,the moon shines pale and wan,
and shows my sanguine torrent clear,
that slips 'cross pale and scar-ridged skin,
towards thine eager tongue, my dear.

Tonight,as arching backs are scratched
by purposefully-sharpened nails,
our bloodshot eyes meet, once, twice, thrice,
as love and Hell-bound lust prevail.

Tonight, we writhe in agony
or ecstacy, I know not which,
for sometimes do the boundaries blur
when wrenched by pure, orgasmic twitch.