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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