He stands there, handsome, dark as pitch

My nubile body starts to itch

I feel his eyes consume me                                                         

I yearn for him to exhume me

My coffin lid he lifts

My erogenous zones they  shift

I feel his dark desire

My nether parts on fire

He bends his body down

I feel that ebony crown

Caress my wedding gown

Through the silk and lace

The sensation of his face

Sets my senses reeling

Releases the lust I’m feeling

I writh and moan his name

I bare my breast. No shame

I beg for my release

To have my soul at peace

He brushes my lips

And then does take

The long, extending glistening stake

Enters my heart inflicting pain

But makes me beautiful again

His love for me

Caused him to kill

He watches me breath my last and still

He stays and weeps at his lost love

He had no choice to save my soul

I’m pure again, he’s made me whole

And so I’ll watch him from above

We’ll meet again, my hero love.