triumphant in the night
i am breathless by your
majesty
truly befitting of so
many eyes left wanting

but still
your spine
does arch
with the waves of my
electric touch
masterfully wielded

my name rides particles
into your lungs
as you gasp for air
after years stagnant

and in this
i feel like a beast
and you do too
as i find my hand
on your throat

this rush is like a drug
as the teeth sink in

and i grow wary
to say the least
as the ecstacy
flows through our
veins
of what parts of me
are left in your
memory-foam
mattress-top.