My muse is as fragile
as a lifeline made of silk
A tapestry of lust
where skin embraces skin
A masterpiece woven in love
In which I am hopelessly addicted
Addicted to the way my name
sounds in her mouth.
Like an unforgettable melody
that replays in my mind.
Addicted to the pure emotionsÂ
that you illicit within me
Every time you touch me
and when you are not here
Those messages you
transcribe on my skin linger
I am hopelessly addicted
addicted to the way
we share belonging
within those ice-white dreams
of silk roses and velvet bows
where we share molten passion
marked and emblazoned by rope
Where we belong
My insatiable muse
my pretty little thing
Both glamorous and dangerous
Her eyes are stormy
and hide years of sins and darkness
But I insist on unwrapping her secrets
Because in saving her,
I save myself
enraptured by kink and vice
