Forgotten

Death, in a fit of dark passion, welcomed me into her bed.  She waited, in no rush to have me, for she knew she had for all time to indulge in her most morbid of curiosities.  Though she was not lacking of patience and wont with hurry, it was clearer than freshly bled blood that she was unwilling to let me walk out the door.  

Through that door was my life.

In her bed was my eternal damnation.

I stood fast as she curled a finger toward herself, bidding me to come to her.  I fought to resist the temptation of her pale, milky flesh.  Her overabundant bosom pulled at my own inner passion as she breathed in and breathed out, daring me to ignore it as it spilled from the top of the tight black corset that lovingly caressed her agonizingly lilting form.  Her long dark hair was what I would imagine a waterfall under a starry night to look like.  Her lips, curved with the titalating promise of unimaginable pleasures, were painted black as her hair and touched with a soft sheen of saliva as she swept her tongue slowly across the lower lip of her heart-shaped mouth.

She was ecstasy in the form of a woman.

Her eyes were like hell suddenly deprived of it's flame - deep, dark, and cold.  They were forever, timeless.  As I tried to muster a defiant glare, it seemed as if those eyes could see right into my soul.  In fact, it was my very soul that she was gazing at.  Before those eyes I was stripped bare, and in my nakedness, I felt shame.  

She had none, nor did she care for mine.

I watched her, and at the same time, I watched the wall that was my resolve begin to crack and crumble to ruin.  I saw the ruin that was my resolve become nothing more than the long forgotten ashes of a once thriving will to live.  I stepped forward, hesitant at first.  

She reached behind herself and unzipped the corset that clung to her as if for dear life.  To me, she revealed her oh-so perfect body, and with it, my fate.

Both feet were already in the grave, and there was no turning back.

I rushed to her as she spread her arms, opening herself to me as I opened myself to her promise.  I embraced her, and as I did, I knew I was leaving everyone and everything I ever loved behind.  I could not have cared less.  My not so living curse was to be hers, for all time, lost in her embrace, lost in the feeling of her body, the pulse of her blood coursing through her veins as her excited heart beat ever faster, lost in the breath she expelled across my neck.  

She was ecstasy in the form of a woman.

So, too, was she Death in the form of a woman.

As I took her, I came to lose my regret for the life I've lead, and my fear of the unknown.  In her embrace, I found love.

I found eternal, untainted, unconditional love.

My life was forgotten.