Him

by Sarah Manson
(Bournemouth)

A decandent Night
The pale moonlight trailing down
Shining the path, exposing the gravestones amongst us
My lover right there beside me, walking, as I stare into his eyes
Completely infatuated
His waxen azure eyes incandescent
Lips, as red as blood
Jawline as sharp as the dagger of love which cuts my heart
His lips open, inviting me for an endearment
My whole body shudders with pure pleasure
His touch, his body an Adonis
His sweet caress how I long for it for eternity
My handsome dark prince