as the demons head for cover you will swear no other lover
will ever lay hand to your heated flesh again.  I brand you with kisses
that melt into your skin, thin sins evaporate before the barrage.
your defense rent, your resistance spent and you passions bent
to my needs, my hunger, dark enough to sate us both to a degree
we could not have anticipated.  I am consumed by my need
to bleed my last barriers into you, and to find those corners
of your radiant soul that are as untouched as the far side of heaven.
your every touch urges me on in and deeper yet than dimensions
traced my shallower penetrations of your essence in all manners.
I am here for you and for me and for the unity beyond lesser beings.
to leave you limp and aching, full and yet still hungry for the next feast
to be released to your care and wonderment, and my worship of you
as an unfaltering altar that overturns all the false goddesses.


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.