We meet at our trysting place,
The crypt, dark and secluded.
Our passions are unspoken,
For we can read each other's desires.

Our lips meet, tongues dance,
Hands touching each other in the blackness.
Our bodies prepare for our union,
Our souls reaching for one another.

Soft caresses traded,
Whispered moans escape lips.
Our bodies join,
Impassioned, we wrestle as one.

As our union increases it's fervor,
Our mouths seek tender veins.
As one, we sink our teeth in soft flesh,
And feed on one another.

Our erotic dance,
Reaching it's denouement,
A beam of moonlight slices across us,
Freezing pale bodies together forever.
by narcisse