I grappled at how
a heart as tender as hers
still managed to persevere
the answer was pure grit
She refused to give up
searching for moments
where passion lives
dreams bloom in colour
and the stars sing
Her lip bite
lace bound wrists
Left her breathless
Nails trail her form
as she is edged
to compulsion
begging for release
My eager delight,
She praises me to destruction,
as her world ignites.
But then a hopeful harlot
gives reverence on her knees
stained by my decadence
Her tongue travels
along the underside
of my length
just where I am
most sensitive
She kisses my tip
a sneaky aperitif
before taking me whole
like a greedy little girl
A she hears me growl
‘Don’t f’cking stop’
Her smirk says
“Don’t worry Master
I won’t”
Hypnotic
flashing lights
As on my own precipice
I teeter
I ache full of neon dreams
She marks her own
maiden or medusa ?
My cadence in moan.
