The First Deadly Sin
Here is how it works: The foreskin retracts,
protuberant incisors declinate
a subtle ivory, viperine fangs.
Pressed to your incandescent curve of skin,
I pierce your flesh. You gasp, feel it quicken
in you, repulsion and desire. But no,
Not yet the sweet inhalation of your
frail innocence, not yet the blood rush. First
into you my venom I ejaculate:
A luciferian delirium sings in
your veins, a paralytic lullaby
of musk, of peace, of lust, of sleep, of trust:
Until all struggles cease, until you yield
into my hands your soul. And then I drink.