lust | On the Fringe of Darkness

don’t give me a blushing red heart
hand over your black soul instead
one I can bind with my wicked thoughts
and chain to my immoral bed

a soul that will lick my red-tipped toes
and tell me the taste is sweet
and using a warm, scented oil
caress my slender feet

a soul that will humbly bow to my will
freely offer a neck for a studded collar
clip on the leash with nervous fingers
as I lead, on hands and knees follow

a soul that will dare not question
while tied on their back to my bed
anything I may wish to do
with a needle and stout thread

I crave a soul as dark as mine
to get me through the night
no valentine for me, my love
give me your pleasure, pain and life

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I like what I see when I look in your eyes as you look at me I like what I smell when I’m wrapped in your arms ensnarled in your spell I like what I hear when you whisper my name lips nibbling my ear I like what I touch when our legs entwine and hungry hands clutch I like what I taste when my tongue strokes your flesh in a kiss most unchaste love now long gone washed out with the tide into the dark sea of dawn ©2023 jai