She and He
I wait for him in the air
for a glimpse of his radiant light.
beckoning to me to “Come.”
pulling me into her whirlwind
seeking his brilliant star
Swirling my tongue in anticipation
I give him that which he seeks
Laid bare before him
white skin on black sheets.
She flows over, under and around me
I drink her essence I hunger for her flesh,
when Le Petit Mort
He is mine, all mine as I die for him.