With both hands
she simultaneously brushes past both cheeks
and whispering softly in his ear
teasingly with her tongue on the tender inner folds
she slowly says
"tell me your secrets,
slave..."


He feels the collusion of shadows,
darkness unrepent, binding like chains,
like echoes in our DNA, he doesn't
try to break; he understands
her perfume, the scent of her soul, he pursues
a pulsation to his alert senses
where her fingernails itch the dark
clawing pheromones.
He urges her to close down all masquerades;
sight servile to the hallowed light
through eyes born in a decadent place:
he wants her.
Even in the blackout,
he knows her taste.


Ignoring his pleas for a quick release
she presses further
shifting the ashed coloured curtain of his mind.
She has no intention to budge in pace
though her intensity increases
straddling his essence,
pinning down her prey.
Posing questions
beneath breath,
her nails dig deeper.


so quick the shadows subside
inside throbbing walls that echo treasons
in heartless trajectory; like silhouette-fingernails tracing
contours of flesh in warped moonlight
bullet serenade that's rapid elation in trigger happy sparks
shivers of hackles raised to sense the touch
we are lips so close, we are void of a logic or a must
other than the cocoon of where we line silk and sex
she is warm and tantalizingly wet
she pauses on my skin, but won't let me release myself
yet...


groaning ever so softly
her silk folds revealing a crease,
a crevasse, crawling across the plane of reasoning.
Arching back and holding onto his lats.
she felt him, oblivious to his moans,
unwrap beneath her.
The blood below the nails
accented the scent
swiveling the air.
He had given in to her,
and now she could give him.


It's a quiet moon tonight.
The world on an arc of secret whispers
of breaths began in endless trails of night
and subsiding into shadows.
As I sense the final sublimation
my body tenses and re-aligns like cogwheels
in the groin; grunting machinery
and releasing motions of ecstasy.
It is a way we have become, bound inside our warm immure
palms up, secure..seeded by sex and severance
of our finite bodies.
Mistress tame me, talk to me of what they cannot resolve
know me, be within me, release me.
Chain me. Rip me, rediscover yourself inside me.

Let the nights grow strong.
Let the two of us now combine.
And finally belong.











****This is a collaboration of Magic Hatter and myself, that started too long ago and only recently has been completed. Hope you enjoyed it. ****