A question posed in prose
A subtle shudder washes through me
As I seat myself to listen
To these dark desires, and twisted dreams
Filled with sighs and moans
and scream
My eyes look starward
Head thrown back
Breathe fluttering like butterflies
As alliteration laps my thigh
And whets the blade softly traversing down
Legs press closed so gentle movement
Excites the pearl inside
I avert my eyes as told
Feel your breath dark on my neck
Feel the blood swell through me
Thudding rhythms
In time with its cadence
Is this languishing?
Are you a product of my dark desires?
Ha.
I am a product of yours.
So I open myself fully
Arms akimbo
You imagine you to be MY puppet...
Now imagine I am yours
Waiting for the next penetrating words
To drip lavaciously from your pen
So I can absorb more of you within
Now dreamed who again?