My Dark Lover
Abed; in darkness and in slumber;
I lay tangled in dreams…
dreams of life
dreams of death
dreams of rapture.
Through the inky blackness of night,
he silently steals…
to steal a moment
to steal an embrace
to steal a sigh and caress it into a groan.
I stir, but do not wake.
I am stuck to the webs of illusion,
painted pretty by an unconscious mind.
Grinning wickedly with moistened lips,
he maps out a ravenous trail…
a trail of butterfly kisses
a trail of prickling heat
a trail of building electricity.
With a serpentine tongue,
he entices and excites…
exciting the flesh
exciting the heartbeat
exciting the desire that has long been dormant.
I grope out, but find no purchase.
My body arches
He brushes in hues of pleasure
to awaken my appetite for passion.
With fingers far softer than satin,
he traces and touches…
touches my body
touches my spirit
touches a secret place within.
He whispers near to my ear,
his sweet and provocative words…
words of wanting
words of arousal
words that wrap around, and bind me willingly to his voice.
With a mouth like heated honey,
he covers me in kisses…
kisses the contours of my lips
kisses the curve of my jaw
kisses the hollow of my throat.
I breach the surface of wakefulness
drawn by my fevered hunger…
hunger for lust
hunger for fire
hunger for my dark lover and all he represents.
I find myself alone.
My flesh burns
abandoned by he who would lick the anarchy from my dark and dirty soul.