Poem: Vision

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #25.)

night gathers dark around me
holds me tightly in the gloom
promises to stay with me
keep me locked in this cocoon

strangely oddly you appear
wearing only silken lace
why does this room smell like fear?
you move with unexpected grace

float across the darkened floor
slip right through where i’m laying
sending shivers through my core
desperately now i’m praying

yet what am i praying for?
your body speaks of heaven
but i know there’ll be more
once you begin your session

it always starts out so nice
your wispy touch on my skin
trailing hints of higher heights
my god how long has it been?

you make me crawl on my knees
and make me give you pleasure
remind me not to displease
or you will take your measure

your nails rake down on my back
as you guide me through my plight
using my body like a rack
a toy to bring you to delight

and when i can take it no more
you finally give me release
then fade away through the door
leaving me to an aching peace.


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