It’s about control. My control over you, over external stimuli, it’s about navigating my pleasure zones, taking them cliff edge and jumping, naked, abandoned into an angry sea of lust. Its about power, swinging the kinetic pen- du- lum in favour of me, of you, of me, of you. It’s nature’s force rising within, screaming obscenities into the silent sky. It’s about embracing taboos, painting them across my torso, mapping them across my hip, kissing them deep into my existence. It’s about liberation, those shackles that bind, the ropes that burn, the belt that reddens The hands that restrain… It’s about losing sight and gaining… Sight Being led into temptation and made to feed. To gorge on sin To devour whimsical wishes, its about control… My control in your hands, my power in your fingers My need in your kisses My desire in your strokes My passion burning in your eyes It’s all about trust Power/ trust/ control Yours… Mine… They are the same Its about unity.
It starts at my very core, there at my centre, deep within my sacral.
Not a gentle, subtle whispered kiss
of bliss, oh no, It’s an inferno, a blazing
storm, it takes hold, flames
through me, a moments combustion,
lubricated response to dampen the
fires of desire. A matrix of sensuality,
ancient coding mapped on the aged
parchment of my soul, the hidden
symbolism of spirit that you finger
your way through with the knowledge
of a blind man searching his memories
for lost vibrations of once known directions. A flamed insistence spreads
through my responsive cells,
blood reaching my surface needing
to caress its master as searing heat
flushes and blushes, intensity rushes.
My limbs curl, search, draw in,
crouching, anticipating the onslaught
Implosive lust, explosive need…
It all starts at my very centre,
an inferno blazing through
me, an ancient need responding
to its one true master.
Your essence lays deep within my core,
my mind unquenched it begs me for more,
My spirit, chaotic has never felt so sure,
Of all our choices, I’m thinking all fours.
My skin searches always your touch
cheeks yearning for your crimson blush
An intense need that roams without rush,
A slave to desire and the erotic rush.
My eyes wander other realms to need,
to ponder the evolution of master’s feed,
to secure the taste essence of seed,
To taste liberation to be free.
I find you again at the core of my mind,
dark evolution, my wrists you do bind,
Kisses so soft, touch. . .of a kind,
this here lust that does burn,
Is yours and is mine.
It is yours and it is mine.
The whispers of need as
two souls entwine.