Halls of the Dark Muse

Delicacy

Blood
stains
as
fine
dye
against
your
alabaster
skin
sweet
to
touch
better
to
taste
I
close
my
eyes
again
to
delve
back
within
your
aching
offering
drip
by
drip
I
take
my
pleasure
at
your
moaning
misery
and
inch
by
inch
you
beg
for
more
pleading
silently
with
your
eyes.