Blistering Suns

 It succumbs to the power of the night,
where waiting feels like desperation.
With clouded thoughts and a restless heart,
it surrenders to the deepest darkness
every bone, every nerve, every fragment of flesh
offered freely, willingly.

It dances dangerously at the edge of madness,
eyes burning with blistering suns.
Spiders lurking in every corner,
waiting for their turn to move,
watching the knight in shining armor save the day.

Its scent, a mix of sweat and the sweetest perfume in the world
viciously inhaling life in mere seconds.
Still whispering apologies for sins long past,
strange how twilight found it naked again.

Breaching every limit to reach the pleasure,
and the pain, welcomed as an old friend.
Soft skin, soft hair, entangled in little fingers,
obsessed with the touch of the soul,
the merging of souls.

Almost welcoming the desire to die tonight
if only in those arms...