THE KISS

THE BATTLE WON, THE HONOUR
LOST
THE PLEASURE GONE IN NIGHTS
OF FROST.
HE STOPS TO REST, HIS HEAD
BENT DOWN,
THE BLOOD OF SOLDIERS
STAINS HIS GOWN.
THE EVIL GOAT, EYES FIXED ON HIM,
ATTEMPTS TO EMBRACE HIS
BURNING SKIN,
AND IN THE MIDST OF ALL HIS PAIN
BLACK TEARS OF ANGUISH
POUR LIKE RAIN.

WHITE LOVING FINGERS...SUCH
DELIGHT!
CARESS HIS BROW. AND DEEP
INSIDE
HE KNOWS THAT NOW THERE'S
NO RETURN,
STRONG PASSIONS THROBBING
IN HIS VEINS.
SWEET KISS THAT THRUSTS HIM
DOWN TO HELL.
A POIGNANT TONGUE, A SHARP DARK
SPELL.
AND IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS BLISS
HE LOSES ALL FOR SUCH
A KISS.