DESIRE

Syre, 

Passion,

Pain, and 

Desire.

Craving your touch 

Malleably constructing

The brazen tough

Folds of my skin.

To be in your presence

Is to be acclimated 

To the sublime,

The calm before the storm.

Wrapped around you

Lost, and intoxicated 

In your voice,

Your body, your fantasies.

I want to feel you,

To FEEL YOU.

Intertwined, locked,

lips, fingertips 

Your grace is compared

To the river goddess herself.

Your hour figure

A testament of your right

I dare not question your desire,

So when the night falls

Do not release your talons 

From their sheath, 

Lest I lose my composure

And befit you 

With punishment 

To suite.

But this is not the simple

Spank, or plight.

I will see you strapped, 

And whipped.

A mess to procure delight

Hinting at the subtle pleasures you excite.

I wonder then, what your voice

Would sound like.

With every stroke of my words

Across the soft of your skin,

The warmth between your thighs,

The yearn for passion,

I feel you

Every part,

Slowly, building up 

Till you are draped over me

Do you not feel the tension 

In the air,

The sparks intensely 

Radiating? 

Keeping our eyes entranced 

In that repeated motion,

And state of ecstasy 

Where we both peak.

You feel it too

The syre

The depth, and fire,

It has only begun…