Mirrored Appetite

My love glides with cunning ease Mockingly, provoking, faintly‚Ķ An incubus feeding off those who tease As a freezing breeze gropes the unclothed remains saintly. My greedy yearning desires nothing less, but to drain To fill the vast pitiless appetite of bittersweet sin.¬† That sultry incubus is the only to blame Each hasty face, each…