There’s a place in the furthest corner of darkness
Whose shadows wait patiently for your cries
And upon hearing the sound they dance as if in orbit
Held by the gravity of your chaotic state

They breathe easy when you’re gasping for air
Their arrousal comes directly from your pain
And when you beg and plead for mercy they taunt you
With vivid images of love, life, and longing

I wonder if he thinks of me.
If the image of my smile-lit face
Brings him some kind of pleasure.
If when we touch, the memory lingers

I often wonder about him.
What his lips would feel like craving
my eager body, ready when hes willing,
Soaking up every ounce of joy i had to give.

I imagine that he thinks of us, on occasion
Finding all the sweet parts of me in unknown spaces - just our secret
Holding each other to an oath of only flesh.

I hope he learns how much i can endure.
How the initial sting melts into arrousal.
Light is lacking in the places id let him go.
It would be so satisfying to finally know.