Some would say all men are depraved.

I’m no judge of others,

But I know my angel

leads me on my pathway of depravity,

to revel in darkness with her.

Cut from the same rich cloth

Our deepest wants, known, and shared.

Her touch transforms my day

And my night to a playground of ecstasy.

Her voice, like a spirit, washes over me,

bringing fire and wholeness

Her song, an aria of joy

Her soul graces darkness

As if she is the darkness herself.

The essence of her lust

Drips from my mouth.

As I savour this wonderful taste.

Her thighs, which could crush me

Envelop me with tenderness

As I eat her darkness

Her perfect form

crafted by the deities

Smothers yet releases my freedom.

As her sacred space

Strips me of my wholeness

Her darkness becomes

My self