Tenure

Emblematically,
I hold her dark heart,
Freshly plucked
From her ripe body,
Heavily beating
Just for me...
(Her) secret dark heart,
Thudding
In my hands,
Pulsing
Between my fingers...
The scent of her
Juices
Mingled with
Her life's blood
On my lips lingers...
Her one and only
Dark heart
Belongs to me.
(shhhh...)
Whisper
Your lust
For the one
Who holds
Your dark heart...