My muse is as fragile

as a lifeline made of silk

A tapestry of lust

where skin embraces skin

A masterpiece woven in love

In which I am hopelessly addicted

Addicted to the way my name

sounds in her mouth.

Like an unforgettable melody

that replays in my mind.

Addicted to the pure emotions 

that you illicit within me

Every time you touch me

and when you are not here

Those messages you

transcribe on my skin linger

I am hopelessly addicted

addicted to the way

we share belonging

within those ice-white dreams

of silk roses and velvet bows

where we share molten passion

marked and emblazoned by rope

Where we belong

My insatiable muse

my pretty little thing

Both glamorous and dangerous

Her eyes are stormy

and hide years of sins and darkness

But I insist on unwrapping her secrets

Because in saving her,

I save myself

enraptured by kink and vice