ARCHETYPE OF BLISS TIED IN CHAINS

 

I watched you like a voyeur, hands in cuffs,
chained in your nirvana.
A strong and steady breath rattles the body,
trembling with each stroke of a touch.
My hand grazes, nails pressed to the flesh,
as you wince then smile.
A plasticine smirk of all that is taboo,
I, a little plaything to torment your every desire,
my shadow dances in the candlelight that illuminates
the newly formed scars.
Trickle down, down, down,
drink in the energy that permeates,
the soul and intoxicates the body.
There is no tomorrow in this playground world,
just bodies blown beyond bliss.
Sink in this seduction as I bite into the flesh.
I watch, eyes prying behind flowing tendrils of my hair,
ripping what remains between us, taking what is inevitable,
a carnal expression of things where words could never hold ground.
The mind wanders underneath blindfolded eyes that cannot see
but only feel with
every
single
inch
that
my
lips
press
upon.
Hold me down with the weight of your gaze,
we've only just begun exploring.
Inside out, outside in,
even angels have horns sometimes.
It is in the realm of knowing oneself
that true desires set forth in motion their own
momentum.
Thus we plummet into this bath of ecstasy
one aching, tormenting, exchange of secrets
at a time.
Bedroom doors closed,
inhibitions left open
and every undulating movement
in the flicker of a late night flame