The room fills up with smoke
From the cigarette left burning.
Leaving a suffocating haze.
Nauseating my nerves like
Moral anaesthetic…
My consciousness halts.
The dream takes over.
And the lace begins to hurt…
I can tell by the way
You cringe as I tighten
The knot upon your wrists.
And you sigh deeply, as if to beg
For air after I let your lips
Depart from mine
In a torrid lock…I wipe off
The mess left from my dripping.
And you lick it dry, pleading.
Your mouth wide open, trying to let out
What is to be a subtle moan, transposed
Into a scream in between
The realms of unrepentant pleasure
And excruciating pain;
Letting me tear up what is left
Of your self-declared sanity.
Clutching your long, soft tresses I
Bend over, ever so slowly to whisper
And you close your eyes, tears
Began to flood down your cheeks…
Like an answered prayer in
Your sleep.
You scream further as I
Take you over in strokes moving
Deeper…as if another woman.
Striking in cunning flames, consuming
Every single inch of your
Carnally reeking flesh.
Until…
You finally…
Arrive.
Your cries fill up the four corners.
I lifted the cigarette and
Smoked up the last two drags.
And finally put out the flame.
I left the light on…
But the dream
Has now
Ended.
8:16PM
28 Dec 08
Nova
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