Whilst we’re here
I shall make you dream
Let me feel
that gasp of breath
your aching soul
is mine to hold
Each second I have
every moment we share
my existence is filled
And we call that home.
~
I watch her struggle,
With tyrant eyes,
Lust filled pleas,
No words of guise.
My specter hands,
with haunting touch
the teasing digits
she craved so much.
My hot breath whispers
along her flesh
My teasing toys
of joyful distress
A lightning bolt
just before she is done
now enjoy it all
my precious one
The final cry
of the spectacular
resounds
I am always her conquer
For I am her king.
