The Passion

Passion
Rising within me
Heat burning
The edge
Unattainable
Waiting
Longing for
My release from those invisible bonds
Clasped about me
Keeping me in your enthrallment
Cruelly denying that desired journey!

The sensual mountain
So close rising up before
Me
Beckoning, calling my name
in a soft whisper
Your voice
Holding the unseen bridle
Reins me to you
Halting my eager steps
To wait
To listen
To comply
My body
Your mind
Our painful passion

My loins stroked by your gentle voice
Desire
Gushing
Wet
The damp storm flooding
Within me
Drowning my senses
My breath
Halting
That strange moment
Existence
Becomes
Burningly exquisite
The end
As inevitable
As
Death

Your dark voice
Counts
The moments
Promising
Glorious
Fullness
Gently coaxing
Compliance
The fire within me licking you
With my heat
Overwhelmed
I beg
I give
I offer
On the alter of dark passion
My gift……
The climax of
My
Body
The dying
Torment
Of
My soul