I taste the essence of your words on my lips,
like goodbye kisses, stolen moments of passion.
I taste the echo of primal lust the raw need of freedom.
Found now in the lost search of darkness
locked away from sight, an iron key cast
long ago into the seas of oblivion. Waves of
pleasure cascading from the depths of sin
at journeys end where life begins.
Lilith plays a melody of a my soul
moving to her beat,
a symphony of passion,
Pan playing his flute
calling me into the forest of the damned.
And I am lost between your kisses
and found within your fingers
that play my body like an ancient
instrument of love,
of passion…of darkness.
Karen Hayward ©2016