Macabre a la Madame

Let's bypass the niceties
and get back to the bedroom.
You coax me so easily between the sheets,
between my thighs,
between your lips,
so effortless, the lie.
Decorum sent astray,
your words are pretty,
but damn if not fleeting.
Don't call me Gaga,
My new visage is clear.
Lover, I'm Venus.
Every breath from these lust stained lips drives you mad,
desperate and starving for just one touch.
It's no trouble, I promise.
I'll never tire of playing goddess.
I'll satiate your every whim, each midnight, famished plea.
I see Armageddon in your eyes, dear.
And it's coming for me.

Reading Material:
Angel on Leave
I am an Albatross.
Sugarsweet
Upcoming Attractions:
Cruor
Gravity
Monster's Manifesto
Oedipal
Sweet Pea
Wasted.
You.
You Might As Well Live