My Menacing Frame Poem by Neville Malatsi

Under a cold, snowy and starry night
I wince longingly at your wet bite
Upon my neck streams of plasma exude as bait
As my half-naked frame fluctuates
You trace your skeletal hands throughout my curvature
"Let me rest in your void"
You softly beg with a brooding overture
I open my heart, I open my mind
To dispel in you what is blind
We perversely make love to our souls
An eerie fetishization of bodily flows
You gently cascade in and out of my frail being
As we entwine, our hearts and souls begin to sing
My mannequin frame is now yours
You amorously devour me in all my flaws
I thank you for loving me
I find solace in your melancholic void