Your blood in my mouth is sweet,
My eyes roll
Gasps escape my lips
You cry my name in desire.
Like so many others.
Many times have I told you
That I do not desire you to kiss my feet.
So that is true, I do not want your subservience.
I want you to fight me, I want you to struggle
Because the idea of you touching me
Of me kissing your neck and you moaning in pleasure
Is something I desire of you.
No, do not kiss my feet, my human--
Kiss my lips. Kiss my lips, grind into me
Let me touch you, take your blouse from your shoulders
My fingers in your curled hair
And murmur my name. My human name.
We may both be human, love
but I am not like you; inexperienced, naive and raw
I am the thunder to your summer sky
the wishes to your empty heart
And I would have this with you.
Would share this with you.
Would have your lips screaming my name
Not in pain, though object would not I
But pleasure, desire, lust, passion
As I touch forbidden places on your dying human skin.
The taste of your mortality is like metal.
Did you know it?
I would taste it, only once
And that is another reason I feared the poison
of lust, of trysts in moonlight time
Because I would have done as you expected.
I cannot control this desire, this fire in my heart, my soul
to see you is to breathe it like a gas, to touch you is to scream my wants
and I cannot have you know that yet
if I am not beautiful, if I am not wise.
God, my God---
Do I want you.
More than anything I want you.
I want the impossible things.
In the lifetimes, there is magic.
From my lips, so now it comes.
So is my rampant spell within
Your dreams, your heart, your body
And draw it to me.
Because I want it, want you.
In the end,
This is only a wish.
Grant me it.