Your black wings enshroud me as you rise over me.
You, the fallen one,
one so beautiful.
Too much so to have forsaken heaven
for the lonely girl who lays tortured beneath you.
Awakening taboo,
those hidden fantasies longed for in the dark
afraid of in the light.
I turn to liquid fire when your song touches my lips.
May I burn forever within this embrace.
Fly the night with me and delve deep into my secrets.
Keep them only for you.
Fill me with the taste of your desire.
Pull me down with you,
into the darkness.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017