Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat...

[nOmnomnOm]

"Get me another one..."

There were already several glasses on the table; each with remaining drops slowly accumulating to the bottom of the cold glass.

The toxin pooled down, though it called for more.

Another glass came down from heaven carried by an angel. She winked, holding the glass and descending it down to him as he lay on clouds.
Her hair was bright blond. Her eyes sparkled. Her skin smooth and curved in figure.
Bending down with a disgraceful posture, she placed the cup in his hand and gave a gentile touch up his arm...

A giggle... and wink... and she was gone. He looked and some glasses had disappeared again. He would perhaps need to replace them. A goal worth accomplishing.

The golden heavenly mixture filled his mouth and cooled his lips. The smoothness and sweetness kissed his inner soul, making as if sweet romance.

He sat up a little in his cloud seat. His arms resting like on a thrown. His posture like a king demanding to be entertained.

Before him emerged another being; this one froward with bedevil intent.
A creature fine and sleek, though her wings tarnished and crooked.

She looked him in the eye, not afraid or intimidated in her gaze.

Her stare glinted red; her soul a betrayer.
Her lips were pulp, moist but dark. Her tongue, like a viper, circling around to seduce her prey.
Her body as if stolen from heaven, curved and unbroken, though possessed by sinful nature.
Her legs tall and thin towering before him; ready to crush and step on the weak and godly.
This devilish hound. This sinister cat. The walk identical and inseparable. The floor at her mercy.

He looked at the creature and thought: 'My my, what a treat. This wild beast, horned and misguided.
Set free from the gates, exotic and not of this world.
To capture and tame. To catch and take down. A challenge worth it's weight. A reward precious as gold.'

Like hunter hunting a predator. Like Cobra against a Rattle.
The dance has begun between a subject and master.

Unknown is who's role. Unpredictable are the outcomes.
A match set in time; an elegance in its finish.

So begins the conquest as she ascends up above. Her wings make her spin; her grace not from the gods.
A flip and a twirl, a spin and a twist. He brings her down slowly; his eyes are transfixed.

She flaps her wings once and twice once more to mislead.
Her gaze strikes back with viscous appetite; hypnotizing with greed.

Diving down, her prey awaits.
Though the hunter looks up and captivates.

The planes connect. Her hands and feet become mortal.
Soul to soul they meet. The stage: a portal.

Lips breath on lips.
No touch, but fire.

The dark vile is near; amplifier.