You entwine my thoughts
tantalise and tease with words
as your conquest for my body
takes root within a single pat of hooves
grazing on passions grass
sweet with a devilish twist
my impulsive mind wars across untouched flesh
padding quietly in waiting, in want
famished in the groves of hell
craving affection from your torment
from your words of torture
but alas,
this fantasy is destined to wither
and death shakes my universe
singing of apocalyptic treats
as the four horsemen of the apocalypse ride
conquest, war, famine and death.