Master Slave

Gilded tongue

Plaited silver

Hissing whisper on the wind

Caress my flesh

Whimpers of pain

Your touch sears me

Daemon bride

Sought for

Fought for

Love has no divide

You bound my soul

Tangled in faith

Breathless

I cannot refuse

Your desire

My misery

Touch

Soft

Almost not there at all

Breath upon my neck

Delicate whips of hair tickle

Around my body you dance

A caress

A brief kiss

Until

Suddenly you are all I can see.

I crave your touch

I yearn for your kiss

Hurry Please

Subjugate my will

My Master

My Lover

My Daemon blessed

I desire nothing more.

 

©Oct. 31/19

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Hunger Abated

Time
history glutted on myths
on tales told true
forgetting though
those tales of old
about monsters and what’s due.
Close the shutters.
Lock
bar them tight
ignore that tapping you hear
for should you open the door
no one be found
for no one is there.
Yet once the door is closed
a chill descends
mystery odor
cabbage mixed with sewer
mixed with blood?
Prowl the house
check under the bed
closets are sealed tight
sashes locked
low mocking laughter
are you just being paranoid?
Family manor
derelict
run down
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
burning it down
would bring relief.
Candle light flickers
cool breeze
licks your ears
sudden screech
piercing to the inner core.
Drop the candle
run run run
my sweet little one…..
as always
I shall dawdle
letting you get a head start
before I swoop in.

©Oct. 30/19
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