Lusting Abyss, his Darkness - Act 2

Written by: James Fraser

The number four shows form, pleasurable are their colours
Where normally it takes daylight to glow, to nurture natures flower

Resonating to elation, affirming these coloured bonds
The indifference of, blinded severely in respond

Amidst his darkening dark, sighs abound from two
In preach, clouded sermon is relayed, to run this virgin through


Such closeness in revel they, tongues asping if desiring more
What shall be the outcome, who addresses life's future door

Fervent zeal remains, against this backdrop of darkened hell
Yet, she demands and delivers he, again his body swells


Content, now comfort reached, she resides within his grip
Engulfed has the white become on this entering darkening trip

Saliva drenched, his head now bowed, engrossed, achievement said
Enriched by absorbing the white, amidst both, this stead

Her looks of hunger abound, naked like birth, blossomed rife
Do we dare to think of our surface, and what becomes of life


Like a sweetened girl in love, she looks up and admires the dark
One can only fear our tomorrows, our white dove joins his stark

Her body perky and peached, en-riched, she's now bowled over
Leg raised in content, in his dark there can be called clover


An aching hunger cries for more, in torrid lustful bites
His talons become their union, this darkened redded night

Taking, she invites him so, to suckle on her charms
Is this the virgin we knew, who once stood all alarmed

Manipulated she now is, her abundance he's now in grace
Shall she bow to her superior, in his darkly grimly place


Entwined they re-unite, as she absorbs his ogre charms
Invitingly she takes, her lips like a welcoming balm

He's tasted, taken in, in release he's in comfort gain
Her light engrossed with his dark, goes against the grain