Passions Wait

Follow me. Follow. Won't you follow me? Into what you asked me to follow you. To the prefect darkness that entwines it's fingers in my hair. To a place of silk and satin. Into a place where you hands dare more than to simply caress me. Find me here and delve into the places unexplored. Touch me like only you've whispered about in dreams. Would you love me then? Or would you be overcome with lust.. Would you be gentle? Or would your passion tear me in two? Would your hands be gloved in silk? Or would they be talons for rending my flesh. In this place would you be daring? Now that we're alone? Or would you be meek, shying back away from me, afraid if you touched me I may disappear? I am not smoke. I am pure passion, made for you, my lover. I will not leave, not sleep, nor sustain my own life, until you are satisfied. You are for what I live. You are he whom I love. I will wait for you in this place, in my satiny repose. Until such time that you should chose to look for me. And you here will find me, yours for the taking. Into what you asked me to follow you. Won't you follow me? Follow.