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
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