Positively Pagan

 So we walked quietly
chill seeping through my clothes
your burning eyes warming me
don't touch me yet
dark angel
smoldering guardian
dirty secret
And yes, I'll be your heroin
and you can be my morphine
getting more addicted by the moment
standind side by side
smelling you
you smelling old books
and then we wandered
the woods drawing us into the rainy depths
our secret universe
pause for nerves
for a perfect moment
for the eternity before your mouth meets mine
and this tree is the only solid thing in an ethereal world
everything else, as liquid as the rain running down our faces
as liquid as my sighs
and I'm drowning in your eyes
your lips
your sheltering hair
cold graceful fingers
the hands of an artist
a sculptor creating a masterpiece of fever
with a wandering caress
I'm lost
owned
and like a hungry predator
you seize me
chilled hands meeting my molten core
teeth in my neck
harder now
I'm lost in your touch
your mood ring eyes flash green
the color of money and therefore, power
hand over my mouth now
stifling my soft pleading cries
faster now
before we wake the ancient gods
with our illicit lust
behaving in a fashion
Positively Pagan.