Puppeteers Wine

Awakening lashes on midnight silk in burning ashes the remnants of guilt My wings tied by the forces behind my feet to the fire a lover in my mind . ”... Where am I now…” ~I’m awake somehow . Breathing in the dark is a fire side sound Stirring the sheets a fingerless touch Will I fall to pleasure or soar to the ground Sensations beyond what I care to confess I submit to the heat of my lovers caress Eyes closed and I swallow hard The press of his body urge my legs apart… . I feel him within my face to the silk his journey begins Ache of the body fights for the mind He moves my soul with a puppeteers wine Up into and over my spine burning tongue of a lovers rhyme ”... did you talk to Me, Dragon?...” he whispers in the Wind