‘A Whisper Away…’
I want to leave, to disappear, but then you come thru and I reconsider, wonder if you can “stop me, please”, as my thoughts wander thru void darkened disease
In my depths a bladed urge broke the surface, night’s black wing caressed thru spine, I’m on edge of my best to resist, that eruptive pull I hardly wish to define
Oh, I long with bare hands to unleash what I should dread, but I plead with self “just leave it all, instead”, let go and drown in my own way, swallowed entire by the endless grey
Dogged empathy and erotic energy bind ‘round me; a lifejacket of hope, I float atop a deluge of drudgery, engulfing in its misery, as I’m trying desperately to cope
You are faceless and yet I can guess, longing for what comes of it, the deeper I dive the less it matters, my deviancy infectious, my will in tatters
But maybe you’re more than a dream, an invisible presence testing my boundaries, an intellect harboring secrets, a temptation sensing my sexual weakness
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You do have a way of slipping inside, my skin thinning and taut, every word of you skimming my surface tension, a vocabulary dangerous and deliciously fraught
Ah, but I know you’re close, a whisper away from the place I play, a revenant setting flame to my decadent desire, I come alive blazing, in your liquid fire
But my heart being brittle-weak it’s trust I lack, tho it remains to be known what’s your due, my darken spectre holding sway, tell me please…who am I to you?
At end of day what’s your interest in me, a bizarre and shameless oddity, face to face what would you say?…oh, please confess to hidden indecency, you know I’ll submit, mind, body, and psyche
You’ve every advantage and we both know it; a foregone conclusion to abject surrender…oh, my suitor sublime, won’t you shower me in poetry’s splendor, be ever a lover hotly ardent and tender?
No, by now you know me damn well, I’ll not be your prey lest you make me to crawl, but would you then grant me a request, my seductively taciturn guest? create a world fit for me, a switch in thrall, where we cum together in your tesseract hall.
Ah, my precious predator, forever the sweetest kind of cruel, you are to me the epitome of an old sundowner’s duel: bayonets, blood, and gin liquor…a potent display of Beauty’s raw and razor edged wonder.
‘…From a Place We Could Stay’:
I am once again undone, it’s you each and every time that’s won, I dare not try in vain, the upper hand to gain, for you are that much stronger, and I’m my own no longer…and so I ponder my escape, yet that’s not the path I’ll ever take, for in the end I wish to bend, to your demands, your probing hands, my Master sharing in deviant desire, I’ll tend to yours as you set mine afire.
