Monday, May 09, 2016

The Magician


He's like a magician - the way he plays with my body
Making it arch and writhe and twist

Giving pain that mixes with pleasure 
electrifies my skin 
and makes me drip with want and need

He smiles and my heart melts
His lips brush against mine and my breath catches in my throat

His eyes dance and sparkle
and his grin - such a devilish grin
as the leather raises welts on red skin

His voice soft and tempting and commanding
kneel, ass up, roll over, hold still 

And then 
in a puff of smoke
He's gone

and I wonder 
Where does he go when he is gone?

 
 

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