Under the magick of a solstice night our shadows writhing by guttering candle light ...
Razor sharp softness of my crimson grin I bend to taste you as you invite me in ...
Pale skin bathed in silver light icicled in sweat our cries carried into the night ...
Long nails lash my skin moans of
desire orgasmic pleasures begin ...
I plunge within your molten core you whom I love my goddess, mistress, my whore ...
You are my favorite sin our bodies
tremble with release as I bite to taste you once again ...