Amaranthine

We lie entangled, enraptured,
Your breath rhythmic, relaxed
A sensuous lullaby just for me.
Your touch once so eager, urgent
Now strokes softly along my skin
Renewing my moistened heat, intense.
We lie as one entangled eternal
Soul and mind mates for life
A fire undying, undampened
By the dark passages of time.
 
 

 

Obsessions

The aroma, the flavor
Of your essence
Is my addiction.
The urge to feel
Your intoxicating fire
My undeniable need.
I lay before you, insatiable
Pierced deeply by your dagger
Eager for your warmth
Yet vulnerable; helpless,
Against your thirst and mine.
And you sear me, draining
My captive heart and womb.
Until tomorrow, my sweet,
When I am hungry again
I'll bleed unto you -
Victim to my addiction.
 

Read Sandra's story Prey of Lust in this issue of BMZ, in Faery's & Tales.

 

About the Author:

Sandra Fritz's published works can be found in both print and
electronic magazines such as The Twilight Garden, Blood Coven, Black Petals, Edgar:  Digested Verse, Bloody Muse, Velvet Veils and Pillow Screams, among many others, as well as the anthology Sketches of the Soul.  She lives in Texas with her husband and four beautiful daughters where she is an emergency room nurse.  You can visit her webpage here.