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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