I love it when you use me.

Lighting the fire in my soul,
A slave at your bidding.

My clothes; a veil to hide
Your canvas:

The marks, the bruises,
The bite on my lip,
The saliva on my neck,
The rope burns on my wrists.

Signs of love that I wear proudly.

And while I retreat back
To the working life, with suit & tie,
As a professional working man,
Your voice chains me in place.

"I'm not done with you."*

With each layer falling to the floor,
In their rightful place,
Again,

I gladly offer every inch of my body to your personal satisfaction.

In his arms,
feeling his embrace,
she felt safe.

The right words,
at the right time,
at the perfect place.

Her eyes captivated
by his handsome face.
His hands gently placed,
around her tiny waist.

Two strangers,
eye to eye
as they come
face to face

Her lipstick
as their mouths taste
each other for the first time
a memory that will last a life time
a flavor savored by his body soul and mind
he made her body his temple
and she made his body her shrine.

run to me
tell me you need me
rely on me
love
me
why is it so hard to hold
him down?
Dont you want to feel appreciated
by somebody?
Please
tell me your darkest secrets
call me when you need me
to dry your eyes
I thought you were the key
that we'd be the ones
laying down by blossoming trees
both carefree
and both absentees to
society
imperfect lovers
like Topanga and Corey
and those quiet days
we'd camp out by the sea
to listen to our earth
and finally feel
free


~C