She comes at midnight

She comes at midnight, I lost in sleep’s embrace
A silk-clothed gift unwrapped by hot impatient teeth
And velvet-touching hands that wind my satin belt
About my exposed waist and captured wrists beneath

She comes at midnight, I helpless as my feet
Are bound in unyielding leather’s warm restraint
And flaming dragon breath ignites and fuels
A vivid canvas of desire with whispering paint

She comes at midnight, I blinded by dark
Electromagnetic with hunger for each soft kiss
Slow navigation of my tremoring flesh
This to make me whimper, that to make me hiss

She comes at midnight, I crying for release
Between my rider’s cruel and crushing hips
In lustral waters I upon the altar washed
In loving words that pour from loving, sated lips

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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8 Responses to She comes at midnight

  1. Christy B says:

    Wonderful descriptions.. evocative!

  2. Excellent, Frank. So sensual and intense. Great poem.

  3. Great imagery! I love the use of all the materials mentioned; silk, velvet, satin, leather . . . Very cool.

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