hints of a dark side gleaming in me,
that there is love in each touch,
but they are choreographed with caution.
As if restraint must battle instinct,
keeping something so quietly caged.
And I see the gleam in your eyes,
skillfully coaxing out what you think
is dormant and hungry within.
My dark side has nothing
to do with the metallic click
of cuffs tightening around wrists,
nothing to do with sturdy
ropes contouring around skin,
or the sting of palms sending
electric tingles on and beneath pores.
My fantasies are not that complicated….
I’ve been waiting to unravel you,
section by curious section,
revealing the soft skin,
the tissue you weave dreams with,
ones I can barely describe.
Because words cannot
wrap around fire
or detail the pull
you have over this gravity.
I’ve always wanted you,
the shy smile hinting at
untold frenzies beneath,
the siren waiting inside
enraptured me from the start.
I’ve skimmed along the lethal bloom
caused by our unspoken needs,
they do not need to be voiced
any other way once we collide.
You’ll note the dark side in me
when I’ve been stripped bare,
when I gauge the hunger
as fingers pierce and pump
between your legs without restraint.
And I’ll see the glint in your eyes
when I possess you with a spiraling tongue,
coated with the river of nectar
that has been summoned from your folds.
No swirl or lap is choreographed
with any measure of caution,
I want to coax out the screams,
the cries that have been caged.
My dark side has nothing to do with
melted wax falling in molten beads
from a candle’s heated tip,
I’d rather shake from your tongue
as mine is sheathed and squeezed,
buried inside your tight slit.
My fantasies are not that complicated….
I’ve been waiting to enrapture
your every dormant craving,
sense by curious sense,
revealing the way you tense
against a smooth wall as I enter
clasping flesh that I cannot
begin to describe the tightness of.
Because words do no justice
to the way you stretch around me,
how your nails rake along me,
or detail how we shudder and writhe.
I knew a dark side inside you, too,
one that called out to my own,
hinted at with double meanings
and the body’s subtle choreography.
We no longer need to keep skimming,
cautiously dancing around the subject,
voice your needs in our joining,
in the shivering atoms between us.
And I’ll show you the dark side
that’s been waiting to overtake you.
