I love the last line

Gods...dark,intense,haunting,sweet and decadent. The only metaphor I can compare this to is like a perfume : It warps around ones mind but doesn't smog it, and delicately intoxicates the senses.
Wonderful.

That was absolutely beautiful. You truly captured the moment in your poem. You deserve more reviews than the one you have right now. (Not including this one)
Keep Writing!
~Twilit Dawn

*nodds head* Very nice.