Syrupy.

My skin’s sticky,

lips are salty,

licked by curiosity,

piqued to the extreme,

  • so syrupy,

my skin’s on fire

desire is,

a growing thing,

a thickly veiled,

  • necessity,

secret thoughts,

I’m entertaining…

 

come down here

lay next to me,

read from your books,

in the darkness to me,

  • tell me stories,

make me believe

in the God,

we both know you can be,

the line gets taut,

  • now I’m listening,

My Lord, My King,

I’m unworthy…

 

…and, this is the language

in your name, I speak.

Come.

Come see me –

this night;

in my dark cornered dreams

I beg of you to make me scream;

Come touch me –

Once more;

sweat your saliva from my pores

cut the wire and kick in the door;

Come stay with me –

come closer; revive;

wake me up until I come alive

let me feed the carnivorous side;

Come with me –

come in; confide;

touch every steaming hot place inside

never look into my crying eyes;

Come ruin me –

this night;

see my body writhe beneath

Come tonight and leave me empty.

Mastered.

I’m just another,
broken down,
submissive,
thumb-sucker,
an exhausted insomniac,
painfully desperate…
willingness –
it’s called, I guess,
my carnal curiosity,
and right then:
it occurs to me,
tonight will be spent,
next to your naked body,
a quantum time-bomb,
ticking away,
in my genes,
recessively,
a submissive’s lament,
swallows the day,
that follows the night,
spent by me,
bowing down,
at your feet –
My Dominant King,
slowly but surely,
owning me,
whatever it is that you,
might want me to be,
I will try my best,
to please –
the master who,
teaches me these things,
one last card,
folded into my sleeve,
I’m bound to you,
you’ve broken me,
I can’t move –
unless your hand,
guides me to…

Ankles to Wrists.

When I am beneath,
the salt of your heat,
my insides keep rhythm,
to your heavy heartbeat;
When we are like this,
my body wants to submit,
to the flavors that make up,
the taste in your kiss;
something is:
somehow, amiss…
I taste a subtle
but lasting emptiness;
But I take refuge,
in your ownership,
so just come and do it…
get on with this;
sweat glistening,
heavy breathing,
you are listening,
I’m well-receiving…
how I’m glued to it,
I’ve been persisting,
with a molasses slow…
strong and steady flow,
against your resisting,
to my submitting,
in all my nakedness,
strings to ankles,
ankles to wrists:
tied up with a bow,
that my Daddy picked,
for days that he,
wants to re-open it;
his marauding way,
suits me best,
when his skin
is tightly pressed
stuck like glue against
my slippery,
and heaving chest;
it’s only then,
through darkness,
the song that you,
refuse to sing,
in your stubbornness…
and momentarily,
you belong to me,
then and there,
in the land of:
No Where…
I love when,
you let me see,
the face of the man,
who owns my body.

Ankles to Wrists.

When I am beneath,
the salt of your heat,
my insides keep rhythm,
to your heavy heartbeat;
When we are like this,
my body wants to submit,
to the flavors that make up,
an intoxicant in your kiss;
something is:
somehow, amiss…
I taste a subtle
but lasting emptiness;
But I take refuge,
in your ownership,
so just come and do it…
get on with this;
sweat glistening,
heavy breathing,
you are listening,
I’m well-receiving…
how I’m glued to it,
I’ve been persisting,
with a molasses slow…
strong and steady flow,
against your resisting,
to my submitting,
in all my nakedness,
strings to ankles,
ankles to wrists:
tied up with a bow,
that my Daddy picked,
for days that he,
wants to re-open it;
his marauding way,
suits me best,
when his skin
is tightly pressed
stuck like glue against
my slippery,
and heaving chest;
it’s only then,
through darkness,
the song that you,
refuse to sing,
in your stubbornness…
and momentarily,
you belong to me,
then and there,
in the land of:
No Where…
I love when,
you let me see,
the face of the man,
who owns my body.

Saddled to Ride.

The deserted landscape
whispers
fabled secrets
into frightened ears;
tailing just below
the wind
like words
sharp as swords
from your nightmares
an old, forgotten
friend,
brave of heart
– loyalties lost to time;
deafens thy ears,
to blind eyes
that you can’t hear…
– this tale of theirs’
or mine, or ours
maimed
by silken slices,
straps, smiles
chains
and countless vices,
– finally exhaling
so many swallowed
breaths;
and snotty tears,
inhale…
the air in here
tastes stale
like a milk jug
from last year,
chain-maille…
to a gang of filthy whores.

Mastered.

I’m just another,
broken down,
submissive,
thumb-sucker,
an exhausted insomniac,
painfully desperate…
willingness –
it’s called, I guess,
my carnal curiosity,
and right then:
it occurs to me,
tonight will be spent,
next to your naked body,
a quantum time-bomb,
ticking away,
in my genes,
recessively,
a submissive’s lament,
swallows the day,
that follows the night,
spent by me,
bowing down,
at your feet –
My Dominant King,
slowly but surely,
owning me,
whatever it is that you,
might want me to be,
I will try my best,
to please –
the master who,
teaches me these things,
one last card,
folded into my sleeve,
I’m bound to you,
you’ve broken me,
I can’t move –
unless your hand,
guides me dominantly…

Come.

Come see me –

This night;

in my darkened corner dreams

I beg of you to make me scream;

Come touch me –

Once more;

Sweat your saliva from my pores

Cut the wires and kick in the doors;

Come stay with me –

Come closer; revive;

Eat me up until I come alive

Let me feed your carnivorous side;

Come with me –

Come in; confide;

Touch every steaming hot place inside

Never look into my crying eyes;

Come ruin me –

This night;

Take away your warmth from me

Come tonight and leave me empty.