Night rouge

Nighttime and I make love to a void, crushing beneath its weight calling its name, hoping it's you..
At the precipice of orgasmic abyss that I feel compelled to be sucked into only a wish remains, twinkling in a dying dim..of dreams to be paralysed in sleep with your face on mine.
An icy vine that is a breath, yours is it? Crawling down my lungs, holding my heart and feeling it drain off blood to bring some colour to pale cheeks that turn into a ghostly white in my absence, is it? Darling!
Threaded into bare arms that should be yours, entwined into shadows that stay throughout the night, smudged into skin inked like a tattoo..slowly seeping inside until a scar remains that fades to a memory and you my lovely host realise not how possessions grow.