Proposal

come to me. to the floor where i kneel in front of you. follow me- pay attention close and bend. your will. your beliefs, your promises. your boundaries. your comfort. follow me with your stare as i slither back above the floor. and crawl over your expectations your judgments your rehearsed words dripping like drool from a baby's lip. delight, devine as i slide off this good girl's skin contain your greed disbelief desire while i take you up mountains in your mind, lover. i raise you from the center of the sky. while i blind you with lust 'till you feel silken places inside- so fragile they will tear ill bring the goblet to your mouth sir- and the richest ruby reds slither down your throat as if it were alive. oh yes, we will climb, feel the mount behind us holding us up... wind up so high must be stealing our breath I will give you touch, lover. the kind you never found in all your searches. the kind that does the touching with it's shadow not it's skin and the shadow dances to tickle in the most promising of places. yes ill give you whispers up here-bounce them around like a helium star slowly whisper here, bouncing, slowly whisper there. rake what used to be my fingers.... now though they are sticks from the forest bound together to glide through your silky hair and leave their beautiful piney scent. come to me, and share old magic just a baby of the woods- lay you on a bed of branches cold leaves, borough in your naked skin... bring to me now your empty pallet and fill my sorrow with your fight. sahn. 11/23/2018