Into the dark, dank cellar <br />I lead you by the hand <br />towards a marble alter <br />laid with crimson sheets, <br />surrounded by cold candles <br />winking their naked eyes. <br /> <br />I feel you shiver against me <br />as I gently lay you down, <br />enter your mind <br />and read your soul. <br />You are not, yet, ready <br />to embrace this open flame. <br /> <br />The dim light flickers, <br />you fall into my eyes, <br />softly you sigh my name. <br />As your will evaporates <br />I slowly enter your skin <br />awaiting that first, sweet thrill. <br />Hot liquid fire burns my lips, <br />yet warms my heart. <br /> <br />Uncovering your dreams <br />in each anxious beat <br />I see your desire for me, <br />I hear your pain. <br />Alas, my love, <br />alone I choose to wander <br />as warm, pleading hands <br />chill my blood. <br /> <br />You grow pale now, <br />all life slips from your eyes <br />which seem to beg me <br />to set you free. <br />Don't cry, my sweet, <br />I fail to hear that naked plea <br />over the steady pleasure beat <br />you have given me. <br /> <br />11/11/08 <br /> <br />* thanks for switching on the light in the think-tank on this one, Captain Jack<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gentle-tale-of-lust/
