Some would say all men are depraved.
I’m no judge of others,
But I know my angel
leads me on my pathway of depravity,
to revel in darkness with her.
Cut from the same rich cloth
Our deepest wants, known, and shared.
Her touch transforms my day
And my night to a playground of ecstasy.
Her voice, like a spirit, washes over me,
bringing fire and wholeness
Her song, an aria of joy
Her soul graces darkness
As if she is the darkness herself.
The essence of her lust
Drips from my mouth.
As I savour this wonderful taste.
Her thighs, which could crush me
Envelop me with tenderness
As I eat her darkness
Her perfect form
crafted by the deities
Smothers yet releases my freedom.
As her sacred space
Strips me of my wholeness
Her darkness becomes
My self
