Epilogue to Erotica

Prologue :

This follows two previous pieces.
One is “Blood (Erotica)”, by me. That is un-publishable.
Those who would to want to read it may request so. It will be mailed to them, at my sole discretion.
The other is a lyrical response to Blood (Erotica), by Arrow (@Sayak Shome):
“Haunting!
Her *** made venomous by his touch.
Her blood, now like a heavenly liquor, an elixir, tried to soothe her, fusing with and making the poison benign, not letting her *** burn her inside out.”

Epilogue to Erotica

Is it a vampire that lurks in the corner of our sharp eyes?
Not the cute couple of Eclipse or Twilight,
Or the triangle of love
Where a poor powerful Werewolf is caught,
As if Trap
An inherent character of love defines.
My head spins,
Must be the poisoned gins
That so possess me in the madness of their erotic find.
Serves them right.
My ten hands and third eye would burn them bright!
My laughter transcends the three Worlds,
O my dear, Lord of the Rage,
Would you want to calm me now?

Almost All of these,
I can wield and make untrue, just pretend,
Only if you would intend
To fill me up from head to toe,
To gulp me and not bellow
To munch me and crunch me
Savour me with your lilting tongue
And lick your fingertips with pleasure
You (My Lord) heavily pleased
A meal well loved.

Mumblings

A- Can hear the sounds of the howling wind in your lungs my Beautiful.
B- Oh. So now?
A- Thinking of writing Hounds of Baskervilles Part Two.
B- In this setting? Befitting.
A- What is wrong? The Sparrow’s Song will split the night into one large Dark Half.
B- Did you say one?
A- The other shall be Insomnia induced by brightly lit auras.
B- Are you done with your mumblings?
A- Why? Would you light a cigarette?
B- What if I?
A- What if you?
B- I would not.
A- Ofcourse you wouldn’t.
B- Why do you say that?
A- Oh. Just like that.
B- Yes. I am scared I would choke.
A- Shut up. Did I ask?
B- No you didn’t.
A- I love you.
B- Ditto.

Realize

Yes. I do.
I realize.
In many words riddled with various strains,
I can confess that I do.
That I know.
My second innings of an age-old learning.
No.
I cannot make it simple.
I cannot announce it,
But I know.
As simple as that.
Of what you two are up-to.