L. Belladonna

Lyssa Belladonna
Dedicated to the very same.
2004-12-24
Yours ever, Lars

Your throat invites my blade
finely honed it signs
red sigils on your skin.

Ruthless skill parts tender
folded petals which
still with rose dew blossom.

As my strength subdues yours
firm will buries your mind
far beneath the roused sea.

As tears rain down your face
belonging at last ceases
to be but just a dream.

Agony and lust are twins
on whom to your delight
my ravenous desire preys.

And yet this coin thankfully
has two sides where
oh! so many others fail.