13 Black Candles

She wanted it
She asked for it.
So she got it.
 
Pale flesh awash in lunar rays
Lay across the path
From whence I strayed.
Manticoric with gorgon tongue
Spoke the ancient words
From whence I hung.
 
I long to see the rest
As she beckons me
With frost across her breasts.
She wants to touch my flesh
In the chill wind,
She gives me deathly caress.
 
In that midnight hour
Her eyes burn with blood lust.
Like candy turning sour
Your flesh, it turns to rust.
In the deepest nightmare
When necros like to peep
She, the voice under stairs
Where nymphos like to creep.
 
A princess from a grim fairytale
Studded with chains
And crucifixion nails.
She takes me back to her lair
Lit with 13 black candles
To illuminate features so fair.
 
Soon came thrusting and grinding,
I'm a fly in her web,
My flesh snared in her binding.
On silken sheets she growls
Like a ravening beast
Sheets become death shrouds.
 
In that midnight hour
Her eyes burn with blood lust.
Like candy turning sour
Your flesh, it turns to rust.
In the deepest nightmare
When necros like to peep
She, the voice under stairs
Where nymphos like to creep.
 
She's my phantom mistress
Whom waits beyond gates
Just like a fairytale princess.
A creature of sexual yearning
To snare you in the mist
And set the man to burning.
 
Under her skin things crawl
With unholy purpose
To set your head on the wall.
In this thickening night
With sharpened claws
She'll fuck and take your life.