Devotion Beneath the Moon

Under the moon spying between the crosses, the skin burns with unspoken fantasies.The silence smells of musk and sin, each step is a very slow ritual.She dominates my shadow with a velvet gaze, black corset, held breath.Temptation descends like a shiver, down the legs, to the soul.Kneeling between earth and desire, the heart beats to the rhythm of sweet pain.There is no fear, only abandonment of the senses, only devotion to the night that he holds between his legs.Between tombstones and forbidden dreams, pleasure becomes a dark prayer, and the darkness finally responds