The shadows outrun silence

when she speaks in soul crave

living in a whispered wish

or a wickedly depraved notion

She says

“Tell me how you’ll take me down

for I lust a smooth destruction

cover every inch of me

Your power is my seduction.

I whisper

“it’s in the details, my love”

Those small details of you

that are my favorite poems

A snap of my fingers

where a tingle is born

and when nurtured with lust

becomes a raging storm

Her moisture grows

and heats her core

till she squirms and swallows

begging for more

The touch of my lips

on her luscious form

wreaks havoc within

our dance now entwined

She is led to the cliff top

and there she remains

until my decree

engulfs her body in flames