Blackened Rose.

​I adore every facet of you that I know;

and my body weeps with anticipation at 

the rest.

I crave the sound of your voice,

like chill bumps introducing orgasms.

I beg; leave me trembling gasping for 

breath.

Basking and covered in the scent of 

your sex. 

Yet you would give way for another to 

grind my concupiscence to dust, 

calculated and emotionless your wilds

and vices chilled to frost.

You may even send me to wolves and 

let them claw over my flesh.

You would stand back as beast suck at 

my breast.

Stand silent beyond frost, frozen and 

frigid to wish me the best.

I would rather have your worst my love;

but since you insist.