Beneath
In the darkness
breath turns to pant
that shift of weight
beneath the linen gaze
As she takes her throne
Curving back
brings teeth
to neck and ear
Forbidden words
are snarled love
Breath held
From adoring eyes
as muscles pull her downwards
struggle to remain
the slave beneath her pain
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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