Beneath this plausible poet
sulks a dark and feral spirit
the very essence of that
darkness you deny
within yourself and...
. ....I\'ve been watching you.
I am your darkness with
naked fingers of intent
to wanton pry your desire
into the bells and screams
of ecstacy\'s disgrace.
Show you, for what you are,
. .......unto yourself
Beneath me, beneath you,
in glorious abandon of agony\'s
unrestrained pulse......
. ......come to me prescious one.