K A L O P S I A

TWELVE

There were days on end
when all they did was worship each other's bodies
barely apart
skin on skin
a mere breath away

When he came inside her
she collided against the knowledge
that there was no higher place to be
this was what it was to live

Her soul evaporated against her perspiring skin
as his tongue and teeth
tracked against her body
down her neck
along her breasts

He had practically swallowed her heart
and it made her even more elated to know
that it was her blood and gore
pouring down his sculpted naked body

He pushed so deep inside her
and she reciprocated with such matched intensity
both their bodies' bloomed black and blue

It hurt
it hurt so much it turned into a devilishly sinful habit

The motion
the sensation
of sweat pouring off their porcelain bodies
ichor dripping down her legs
flesh underneath both their fingernails

Every time her spine collided with the marble floors
she was sure
the tiles had cracked
under their weight
and intense fucking

He occasionally promised her if she was a good girl
they were allowed an audience
while he mounted her

She soon felt his tendencies
his twisted pleasures and fantasies
becoming her own

And she felt great pleasure in being watched by undead eyes
while he entered her from behind
again
and again