15 - Duet

You wrap dark curls abound your ring finger,
I, in turn, feign my last breath is for us.
Watch how your crimson heart cannot linger,
When knowing lips tell lies of love and lust.

Your heights were mine, I have marks as proof
Of our minds already being in chains
We coaxed dopamine by our act aloof,
Hot breath and your vampire bite will remain,
On David’s sullied skin, cut from marble -
A woman complete, a sight to marvel.