To Hell

How passionate the cries,
Escaping from between two parched lips,
As eyes swirl in a dizzying array,
Of dark colors and spectral shapes.
A hand clenches and a face burrows,
Down into the thick coverlet,
Tensing to ride out the heightening feelings,
Coursing beneath moistened flesh.
Rumpled, wild hair pools like blood,
And forgotten clothing,
Lay in chaotic disarray,
Discarded and buried beneath them,
Like petulant soldiers in a shallow grave.
"Take me," she breathes.
He cries out her name.
"Teach me."
And down they plunge into a sea,
Of darkness.
Burning and rampantly alive,
Like two angels plummeting into hell,
Their wings alight with flames,
And their graceful features,
Twisted with the pleasure of first sin.
Stars are falling from the sky,
And senses are growing more distorted,
Those spasming, quaking feelings,
Consuming every last breath of humanity,
And dredging up an animalistic intensity,
Conscience giving way to instinct.
The age old ritual, raging on into,
Sheer madness.
"I'm flying," he whispers.
"My love, I am flying!"
And they plunge once more into darkness.

-Lauren Hatch