Beyond The Cemetery Gates
In the pitch black of night
Against the cold and hardened ground of death
Amongst the souls and spirits within the gates
Basking in the glow of the full moon
Shivering as the thunder begins to roll in
Feeling your body against mine
My only protection from the harsh chilled rain
That begins to fall and slicks your back
Penetrating your skin
Slipping between our thighs
Cold and damp
Like the death that surrounds us
Dark and silent is our passion
Except for the whispered moans that escape my lips
Our lungs fill with the essence of death
Our bodies intertwined in passion
Beyond the cemetery gates
