In my chronicle of life
I recognise
that I am
your moonrise
You are my dark fantasy
For out of darkness
cometh light
Out of pain
comes love
Together we are
making music
You play a
sensual symphony
of sympathy.
Sighs whisper
lusts last
gasped breath
as breasts
rise and fall
head flails
side to side
finger tips
dip & trip
over the edge
Let my stare
be your sweet agony
as you die to self
and you orgasm
once more
for me
