Mistress,
be the flame that warms my cold cold heart,
be the darkness at night on my skin,
be the kiss on my toes even my wart,
be the chill down my spine unseen…

poison me with your lips, so pale
carve into me with your fingernail
dance with me in the flames of lust
bite my neck, you just must…

make me scream your name
with every small breath
entwined in your game
until all that is left…

is my last embers burning
after the fire rest…

your servant waits…

(c) 2012 allen simpson

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