in your hands
a mass of red chrysanthemums, behind your head
you've allowed me to think
trying to recall, you were naked in the bed
a lucky accident for me
i feel every bit the predator, demanding your flesh
you are after all, unmistakably and completely a woman
there is simply put, a true power, to be found in your flesh
my stolen hours, your stolen picture, i know that you understand
mentally fighting a gradual erasing of my memories
after much heart-searching, your seduction, to taste
your fruit, so sweet
confining myself with an iron will only in your indulgences
i wait, i wait until you are free again to meet
to hear the beat of your heart deep into the night
always desirable
you smile, almost shyly, in the dim silver of the moonlight
a secret smile, my madness, unbearable
the feel of your skin, extraordinary, silk like
the taste of your lower folds, your lips
eyes a pale jade green, or black so black, Mexican onyx
the dancing of your skin, under my fingertips
the sounds of your throat
my begging, my pleading, your satisfaction
my need to take more honey, to plunge so deep
the passion
the taste of your tears, so sweet
on the otherside
a heart lit by a hell-fire, the feeding of your desires
the room smells of sex as under the covers we hide
you are still tempted, after so many hours
i hold you so careful i see you with a kind of awe
enjoying this old man
your power i can see
no matter, how demanding, i seek to understand
more and more i am drained, i am not in control, accepting
what ever happens to me
i am in your hands
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