My desire grows
In darkness, secret
Places, yearns for touch

My desire grows
In darkness, secret
Places, yearns for touch
Have you ever felt
That you degraded
An angel, but she
Wanted your stain on
Her shimmering robes?
I’ll chisel away
All the parts of you
That aren’t really you
I search through this dry dusty
Life like a miner, seeking a
Glint of diamond in dusky
Coal. When first I laid eyes on
That supple young wife, any
Decency left in my heart
Was snuffed like a candle in
A storm. Tender and trusting,
She came to my bedroom and
Her bodice was open, I
Lapped at her breasts which tasted
Of sweetness and beauty and
Youth. I ravaged her and brought
The beast from within with her
Skirts flying upwards we came.
Would I could keep her but we
Heard her husband come calling,
Till next time, my redemption
The bodice fell from
Her with a whisper, and I
Was captivated
I ache for the luster of
Your skin in the setting sun,
Warm and wet, ready to kiss
Your rose that grows in
Deepest dark, opens
Only to my touch
The force with which I
Grip your hips, equals the torque
You thrust back to me.
For those who can hear
My music, a single chord
Arouses the most
Powerful feelings.
Fear, hate, love, depravity,
Your sympathies are
My symphony. You are puppets
To my every whim.