Permission
I want to touch her ebony skin
To luxuriate in the depth of her storm
Those dark brown eyes hypnotize me
granting me the courage to approach
Now I can participate in her masquerade
For she binds my hands with golden suture
I have no fear of death or her instruments of pain
I long to feel her slice deep into my flesh
The sting of her whip peels back my opaque veneer
Beneath my skin a crimson passion flows
She drinks until I become intoxicated
I watch as she swallows my darkness
Only then does she grant me permission to touch her!
For Laura Loo's "Write me something deep and dark" Poetry Contest.
Written May 30th, 2017
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017
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