Monday, July 29, 2019

Graveyard Coffeehouse



Blackout

Beyond the window
Lies the black
Devoid of light
Freezing
There is little shelter
Inside
But for flickering
Candles
And
The cold night
All utilities
Are shut down
All is quiet
As we shiver
But the beating
Of our hearts
Shadows rise
Meet
In a ghastly
Embrace
We kiss
Passionately
Our bodies
Seeking warmth
Hungry
For the sensual
Spark
The fire
That will light
This conflagration
My tongue
Hot
On your goose flesh
Tracing
Your shivering skin
Slowly
Deliberately
Tasting all
Of you
As you moan
Whimper
An orgasmic O
Forming
On your
Pretty
Dirty
Little mouth
The only electricity
Is the ecstasy
Of friction
Skin on skin
Pounding
Seething
Making love
Like savage animals
In the darkness
Breaking the quiet
With screams
Staccato
Profanity
Then a long grunt
Sigh
Holding you close
As the frigid air
Makes it presence
Known again
Like a disembodied spirit
Or a phantasm unleashed
To terrorize
Declare its dominion
But we stay
Shielded by layers
Of blankets
And the fresh memory
Of a paradise
In the blackness
Our hearts
Pumping fast
Alive
Like savages
We brave
Cold nights
With only
Flickering candles
Making love
In a world
Of darkness
Reborn
Rising
From the dead
In this nocturnal
Paradise
Waiting for light
To return
And civilization
To rear
Its ugly head
Once
More.

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