The Neverending

She is the beauty locked within his library-esque labyrinth

Though not by his hand, she is feeding her own ravenous desire

The endless walls of books reaching in all directions send chills up her spine

As each thick bowed spine on the shelves demand her hand's delicate attention

Her fingertips reading the embossed engravings lightly like Braille

He yearns for her to read his skin in the same manner, slowly and thoroughly

Spilt ink across his flesh awaiting her tender touch

He wants to devour her the same way that he loves her

Deeply, insatiably and entirely

She turns to look at him with a book in hand, asking to read to without saying a word

The makings of his life and soul make for her favorite stories

An open flame warms the center of this labyrinth and it is there that they head

It is here where he sits against his favorite chair, simultaneously creating hers

Perched against him, her head nuzzled against his beastly chest

Her ass settles in the space between his thighs as she rubs down the length of him

He sees the desire in her eyes as she wraps her legs around his, intertwined like binding

For bound is what they are, to each other and the night to come

The measure of their days only measured by the passing of moon and sun

And the hours they can be contained are dwindling quickly

Sunset is the cusp of his daily release to unleash himself upon her

He spends his days with her mind and his evenings with her body

His soul holds her in the twilight between the two and everlasting

The timbre of his voice echoes through her being, muffled to all ears, but hers

She does not so much as hear his words, as she feels them press against her ears and body

Like hands grabbing upon her, she feels them, his words tearing at her heart

He watches his teeth tenderly, biting into her entirely with his every syllable

Those words hold her tighter still as he gives her more than she can bear

Squirming in his lap from this penetrating force against her thoughts, mind-fucking her recklessly

He is merciless with his affectionate attention to her

For her wants are his needs and all he needs, is her

She curls up closer to his beating flesh, her home away from home, the place that she belongs

And at last as the final ember of dusk disappears from the sky

They feel another fire come alive, burning from within

As if the moon lives in the lining of their skin

She then takes a seat for herself right next to him, the rest of the sun goes with her

Taking both of his hands in hers and placing them upon her knees

Telling him to treat her like a book he has been dying to read

Order is now being replaced with overshadowed Chaos like a storm cloud

The time has come for this library of theirs to be become a graveyard and let demons cum

The overarching shelves grow into the darkest of trees and the books themselves become the leaves

Black pages rain upon them as if stirred up by winter's breeze

A chill in the air, but they won’t be any hotter for one another

Shedding these mortal makings that keep them in check and hold them back

The fireplace continues to roar turning into a pit, throwing lewd shadows all around

Conjoined wisps of smoke, signal the start of owl's hoots and wolves' howls

There are monsters amongst the tombstones, growing from the cracks in the floorboards

Slitted eyes gleaming bright staring, focused inescapably on them

Stepping out from between the covers of his most haunting tomes

The horns sprouting from his head curve outward and reach skyward

Her skin shines inward as raven-hued feathered wings spring from her back to match her lips

They share one last intimate embrace before giving in to the abyss

Letting themselves run wild, beasts in heat and starving for each other

Burning for each other, there can be no stopping this collision

This breaking of bodies, crashing into one another continuously

He takes her throat as his only victim, first by bite and then by choke

Her gaze turns crazed as she climaxes from this painful ecstasy

He then visits pleasure upon her, all at once and then deeply and steadily

Beating her to within an inch of her life by way of her pussy

Driving home his stake up into her chest to end her life and then bring her right back

Keeping her in an endless state of uncertainty and death, giving her life and breath at the same moment

Her personal grim reaper, he takes her down all the way to her bones

Consuming every piece of her, whilst he gives her all that he is to indulge on

Feeding her himself as he can't stop his own feasting and he does not want her to run out

This is their version of romance as the sky twinkles, their most pleasurable dance

They fuck all throughout the night, the stars watching on with envy

But the devils in the forest surrounding them feel nothing, but glee

For they are their most revered and worthy, King and Queen

And as the twilight comes once again to reclaim their personal demons back

As the sun lifts into the sky banishing them to the shadows, he holds her soul against his

Laying a kiss upon her forehead and grabs her chosen novel once again

Beginning to spend another day with her, his soulmate in bliss and sin

For his mind is her library and she's in love with every book…