In the Arms of Morpheus

More poetry, explicit language. More drabble.

You taste of Earth
And sweat and come and hate
You taste like sex
And desire
And I want to run my tongue along your sex
And feel you moan
I want to engulf you within me
To taste the very essence of
Your soul
I want to see into the
Darkest parts of you
And feel what it is to be
Darkness
I want to see the fear
Of you
I want to smell it
To taste it
To run my tongue along
Your neck and know
That only I can make
You shudder so
That in the aftermath
Of glory
That I've wrought upon
Your flesh
That it is my image
That you hold
As the arms of Morpheus
Pull you in.