~My Twisted Affection

My Twisted Affection

You are mine, and I have hungered,
too long had I desired your body,
unlike no others.

Your blood, tastes like sweet wine.
Your eyes once beautiful and blue,
pop like fresh grapes within my mouth.
Your skin, will be my art.

I am in ecstasy, as I lay in your cooling blood.
By your virtue in death, I will live in sin.
I will greedily indulge, feasting upon you.

My bitch, my wife, my salvation.
Your death was my beginning,
to a life that haunted my dreams
for too many endless nights.

I stroke my hardness, aroused
as I feel my savior's cooling skin.
I hold her as I pray in thankfulness.
As the Sandman greets me offering,
dreams of internal fires,
and warm graves, screaming for affection.

I smile in tainted passion,
as I sleep in my bed,
My dead wife's head on one side,
her cooling body on the other.
"God Bless, me Satan" I mused,
as I sleep, her blood my blanket.