Lusting Abyss, His Darkness - Act 1

Written by: James Fraser

Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own
Is it fear that makes her pert, or the fear of being alone


Upon his lap she stands, so minute to his ogre mass
Her silken attire now torn, talon fingers on she he grasps

Innocent flesh he craves, to satisfy his empty soul
In his lusting abyss, his darkness will soon unfold


Petite, pert so perfect, ageing hands of his darkened past
Cup her porcelain charms, so grotesque is his grasp

Leering eyes of void, now alive to this virgins flesh
Excitement fills his wants, this maiden near total undress

A strangeness falls amidst this darkened scene
Has she succumbed, is she in the middle or has she seen


To his torso of centuries old, attention is drawn to he
Reciprocating she kisses in touch, with drooling eyes he sees

This virgin standing in front of him, allured now is she
So minute to his ogre mass, content she appears to be


Lips touching taste, eyes closed, are they in wonderment
Has she entered his darkened abyss, or is he now heaven sent

Lashing tongues, like a fencing épée now drawn
When his dark met her light, I struggle for the forlorn

Breaths are seldom apart, it's as if magnetic, they are
This join of abyss fuelled white, seems so bizarre


Lecherousness in his tasting rush, her scent he delves in deep
This virgin, this maiden so taken, to him now she seeps

Like diamonds, her pertness rises, en-capturing her charms
So different when she stood before him, all in alarm


Tailored they are not, such a difference in size
This virgin maiden so white, soon to be in firm cries

Thralled he now becomes, induced in his darkened dark
He now revels in his taken, amidst thighs of perfection arch

Forlorn has now become, a joining of lustful desires
Black locks now sway with delight, the dark now afire


Positioning, seasoned they are, in joyful joining crave
Now the darkness has seen the light, in typical deprave

Sighs now resonate, amidst his darkened dingy hell
The allure of purring white, increase his darkening swell