The murmurs of my dreams a little crazy
those that haunt my nights, dreams without taboos.
In my room alone, I can imagine
Your mouth stifling my cries and these ropes that bind me are your addition.
Sir, dare I say so much to you…
I want your shadow to sneak up my bed
I want your long fingers to graze my skin in agreement
Go down in recall vibrating my body
Me, sacrificed on the altar, pulling me, no more cries and leaving me completely sore.
Sir, dare I say so much to you…
That all our daily encounters are like exquisite torture.
That all your glances over my person are a lust’s premise of the” little death”.
That I like all of you until this suitable suit and ridiculously sleek shoes.
That all your first steps towards our verbal jousting leaves me on edge.
Sir, dare I say so much to you…
The minutes looking at myself in the mirror after I met you
Contemplating my faded jeans until my burning face
Feeling the pulse in the lower abdomen, tight as a bow ready to crack.
Over-thinking your words in my head and take a moment, the hand on the heart to stabilize it.
Sir, dare I say so much to you…
This desire to make you swallow this sly smile
To show you what’s under my shell
But alas this ring finger makes me reconsider every time.
Oh! Sir, would I wish to tell you…
