Red Moon Night

Pull me closer

Kiss me harder

I’m shaking, but not from fear

Can’t you see how desperate I’m getting?

Using your hands, and I’m already begging  

You are my first 

And I’m dying of thirst


I’ve always longed to be consumed

I’ve always longed to be destroyed and made anew


Flesh on flesh, tears streaming

Throbbing pulse, I’m screaming

I want to be torn to shreds

And leave your sheets a bloodied mess


Rank and rancid

Lush and lurid

Soaking wet, but I’ve burst into flames


Red moon night, full moonlight

No lukewarm love tonight 

Red moon night, full moonlight

No mediocre love tonight


Pull me closer

Kiss my softer

A salted, earthen taste

I’m faint from this torrid mess we’ve made

Thank you for opening my floodgates

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