Dark Passion Poem by soren Barrett

I've made love to life's dark shadow, grown comfortable in her arms
I've kissed her lips and ran my hands over her hips, breast and charms
A siren's dance a macabra romance, seduced as a necrophile slave
She beckons my age and mortal cage, to bed with her in the grave
Dry bones covered with stones, form a blanket of rock for my bed
Her dark womb a traveling tomb, silent brothel of the dead
In naked orgy wild, a virgin defiled, rolled in a brief orgasm of life
Each breath, between being or death, balanced on the edge of a knife