Deaths Last DrinkAnother day another cut,another wound I cannot shut.The taste of eternity lies upon my lips,another glass of death to sip.Released upon the fallen I weep,droplets of blood, they slowly creep.Leaving a tale of woe behind their masksslowly they fall to the forgetable task.Just another dream in a sea of pain.Just another wail in an endless scream.Another puppet for you to call your ownever lonely, yet never alone.The decadent voice calls out for meas hands entrapt me whilst I try to fleeTheir embrace a cold and haunting cella place where I can call my hell.What is left but wasted lies,all I hear are mournful cries.The dead they dance until sunrisewhere they disappear from human eyesAnd now I am one with their kin
The Rain CameI dug around for you for days, unhorsingworms from clods of earth until I found the shinethat meant you lay beneath. You cameout of nowhere, you grew, you wanted to leave.All I had was a shovel and a packed lunch, five penceof foreign money, and all for you.But i ran out too quickly and you wanderedoff with nothing - not even flowersfrom another tomb, not even stonesor the prayers hanging over long-restedearth. You just went, in the waythat you do, and now I wonderwhere you are and what you do for foodand succour. You mustn't worry.I worry (who pulled you from damp earth) but you,you run free. If there is anything you tookfrom me, know that I was always afraid -for how you would know I loved you.
Poem - My SlaveMy SlaveAnticipation.I let the rope run thru my hands,Feel my focus sharpen, submerging myself in this moment.Aroused and ready,The vision of his bound body unfolds in my mind
.Preperation.Strong limbs slowly stretched; exposed to my sight.He is beautiful.The sight of dark skinbrings the earthy taste of him back to my senses.Seduction.The skin of his shoulders is cool to my touch,But his cheeks are flushed hot with desire.With firm hands I guide him.His eyes flutter closed as I feel the tension slip from his body.Gifting me with his total surrender;slipping into a sensual, heady submission.Domination.Firmly, and in a quick controlled movementI pull his arms into a disciplined posture behind him,Binding them. A gasp escapes his lips.Erotic
Familiarity.Light caresses to my skin,A signal; an acceptance.His trust is pleasurable; a feeling which I savor.Tonight, I will hold him at the crest of ecstasy,And submerge him in blind hedonistic pleasure