desires silently
stirring the blood in me
and I am hanging by a thread
I am willing myself to hold on
each subtle touch of your fingers
makes goosebumps rush over me
I feel the control slipping away
it is temptation’s fault do not blame me

seductive whispers and I quiver
under you supervision
I become a will-less slave
inhibitions become but memories
then all that remains
to reach my hand to you
but I am bound through your desire
my embers rushes to fire

in the moment you release me from these bonds
we soar higher than the stars
to a universe within our lust
where we wish the end would say its hand
we are a new creation
in that moment of purest bliss
take my hand my queen
lead me into your abyss

(c) 2014 allen simpson