Dark Comfort
Warm and rich like black rum
the blood pulsed thru her veins
yet never blushed her pale skin
to touch her was to burn your fingers
with raw heat like silk
her flesh barely containing it
her eyes showing the deep
ruby flames burning within
Infritah, elemental, primordial
soft, delicious, comforting
like the grave to a weary soul traveller
who cannot rest his chilled
limbs without first tasting
her heat like that sweet rum...
intoxicating, coursing thru his veins
to share depths of warmth
like swimming in a hot spring
layers of amber, glowing red, topaz
lapping with promise of more
floating, his head in her lap
the musky smell of burning
desire he turns his face
into her warmest place
eager to return to where
he came from so so long ago
but in a different way
craving her comfort to surround
his hard and painful reality
but wanting to thrust until
it hurt her as much
as it hurt him
tasting the salt of his own sweat
and her tears
but she smiles!
ah the coppery taste of her!
to take delight in her comfort
for just a moment
and then explode
in the ecstasy of being spent
laying on her like a damp shadow
distant throbbing now subsiding
she encircles him in arms
of pure and welcome death.
Ravyn Giuliani