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
Wonderful descriptions.. evocative!
Thanks for stopping by – glad you enjoyed it!
Excellent, Frank. So sensual and intense. Great poem.
I had that first line in my head for a long time, and that sense of ambiguity over who (or what) exactly ‘she’ is…
Oh, I didn’t even think of that, but true!
Great imagery! I love the use of all the materials mentioned; silk, velvet, satin, leather . . . Very cool.
It wasn’t a conscious decision… but it makes sense. (Thanks for the comments & likes!)
That’s a sign of a great poet. You’re very welcome. I like to go through my favorite blogs when I get a chance. It’s my pleasure. 😀 xx