Pungent.

I bid his strong hands trace,
The hidden paths beneath.
Assurances spread, like mint on the air.
Probing deeper not knowing,
What ripples below his palms. I told him so,
Warned him off, he did not listen.
Soothing with dove touches and murmurings of lakes.
He was unbelieving until he felt the first spine so steeped,
in blood to go back would be haunting. Taunted,
By the sticky whispers of the maggot children.

Applied will tears to another layer, two
Heartbeats in divine supremacy.
Balancing on scales of emerald and bone. The tick
tick ticking of frontal lobe. Impaled,
I lie exposed to his mercy. Strength flowing between
in a retired system, breath. An uncertain trick.

At last discerning the latter, he places his life,
Against the onyx fount, Viscous elixir.
Neither drowning or fleeing.
A worthy victim.
Delicious soul.
Vicious.
Transfusing and losing. I may die too!

The roaring allure of metallic life seeps and
crawls into the shadows.
His steadfast grip restricts laboured breath. His
  rising breast giving clues to his strain.
Like the right hand he crushes away life,
The beat of twin drums rising, bass of immaculate
  determination. Sure of his valiant demise
I bend his flushed lips to the heart i call my own. His
Personal brand of invasion rearing up. Teeth gnawing,
At that vital organ, from my scream.
You'd believe me damned.
Ripping away, with my second heart, it
Beats stubbornly before unwillingly expiring, dropping.
To the floor - a deadweight sponge.

Fireworks melt my brain and calm
Sustains those final senses. The last thing my visions
behold, is him kneeling in the throes of the blood.
Eyes clouded with sensual abundance oblivious,
To my climactic death. He is there with my beast, a
Knarled and blackened foetus. Parasite.
No longer will I cough on charcoal.

Running clear at last, I lay down
  to take my sleep.
And as my eyelids,
Finally meet, I feel his slimy hands on my cheek, his
Heady, whispered farewell.

The sun begins to rise.