stripped
Each breath drawn brings gasping recollection
Of passion and rough handling.
The ringing blows of leather on warm skin,
The pressure of your hand on my hip -
Of grazing teeth and slippery, seeking tongues
That frantically dance in the rising heat
To the jungle drums in our chests.
That frantically dance in the rising heat
To the jungle drums in our chests.
Stripped of my defences,
You paint such darkness on me.
As you want the things unspoken,
You bruise my flesh to mark it as your own;
The brutal caress of iron fist in velvet glove.
Branded by fire and urgency,
Curtailed by restraints, I pause in the day-to-day,
Missing steps and heartbeats in the sudden flush of recall
Of the very bad things you do to me...
The things I let you do to me.
You redden my skin and force my hand.
I score your arms and thighs with the lines of my nails
As I suffer so exquisitely.
I would lay such filthy hands on you.
This rarefied torment somehow makes us more human than human.
We cannot deny it.
... reach into the blackness with me.
Let me show you.
Haul out the beast and hand him the reins
And I will bend my back to your whip.
© mjc 03 August 2013
