Written in blood 
yet sheds no red
As pen caresses 
my mighty seed
The shadows hurled 
the whispers of the dark
As pleasure slithers 
in the moon of light.
And then decoded 
in the movement of your lips
You realize all of a sudden 
this is no paragraph
But fragments of 
innumerable plights
Moistened with the desire
Of some men.
Now, indelible.