senses

Bitch!
Would you sup' upon my desires?
Would you draw the marrow
from the bone of my passion?
Beg!
Crawl on hands and knees
And ask to serve
Your master's want
Beg!
To be the vessel
of my perversions
The prey of my
predations
Beg!
I will reward you
I will consume
your senses
Beg!
I will burn away
your reason
and strip away
Your shame
Beg!
But only if you seek
To forsake control

Her limbs trace mine
Like thin lines of ink
She holds onto me
Like shadow on skin
Light on water
I feel her
In a coolness there
A warmth here
But as I move to embrace her
She vanishes
Like a trick of senses
Gone awry