The Painful Departure.

... and in the distance thunderclaps peel,
Lighting flashes around my shaking limbs,
As songs of longing echo through turning clouds,
Her ivory limbs finally approach from blackness,
Searing me with gratifying pain.

... touch of raking nails shave defenses with each pass,
Weakened insides exposed to her blinding sun,
Voice of silk condemns me to hell, torching hope of control,
Yearning follower, ardent addict of her beauty.
I am her's, loving slave to my companion,

... and at last, I taste her lips for the last time,
Absorbing her curvature, femininity, I melt into her embrace,
Finally she turns, fading into ebony starlit ambience,
My hands flail, gasping the empty air,
My heart bloodless, screams once more from the dead...