A kiss from your lips
Can make bitter taste sweet.
The feeling of your touch
Can bring feeling back to lost feet.

Dark days are irrelevant
In this apocalyptic place.
I feel nothing but happiness,
When I see your beautiful face.

But those sunny days
Don't seem to last.
Nothing but storms
Seem to be my forecast.

Because I see you with him,
And it produces pain.
I'm outside with no umbrella
And it's starting to rain.

Long touches, I hope to relax
Maybe sensual, I wish for a sign
But I'm happy with massaging
Your legs, perfectly shaped
Strong thighs, wonderful calves
Your feet, high arched and even
Between your toes

Warm towel, heated and laid
Against your perfect skin
Working a heat in
Pulling the knots out
Up and down your back

Taking shoulders
In my hands, kneeling
Needing, this rich touch
And pulling you up
Arms around you

Maybe I hold you too long
Too tight, I miss you dearly
But I feel your heart
I'll hold you; it's clear
I need it

But it's for you
This embrace
Calms your heart
Soften your eyes
Quenches your anger

Watching you sleep
Barely heard snores
All desperation lost
I'll protect your sleep
Hold your watch

A fall's chill wind
Like silver garland
Stings the earth
Bringing Jack's frost
Through the wood

He touches, gentle
Then, fierce, a want
Kisses finger tips
Wrists then thighs
Hands outstretched
Chest, face on the bed
Knees apart brought up
Back ached, pleasures in bed

Rough in places, touched instead
Opened, taken, dripping wet
Dressed in leather, fishnets
******* pressed hard, hands locked ahead
Heels, black, thigh highed and red
For him I am his, for my pleasure, I said

Let me be taken, on this satin bed
Bound by steel, and silken thread
In candle light, oiled I wait
Not begging for sin
But waiting for him

He takes me in kind
Roughly, like fury
I buck, and let ****
My skin likes him

Together we ***
But for me, I win
Mine lasts longer

Almost forever, for
His soft hands wring

I am, for whom he lives