This time that
has past,
My Sweetness
did you think it’d last,
So much
and we grow,
My dearest Sweetness I
want you to know,
My heart and soul
they call for you,
You rule my veins
and mind so true,
My Sweetness tell me
do you see,
The profound affect
you have on me,
With you is where I
want to be,
No other place I
would do it for me….
Dreams cascade
in black and white,
I dreamt of you again
last night,
Your hand so soft
the sharpest knife,
And I was fighting
for my life,
Your laugh your words
and that smile,
False sense of security
for just a while,
You slid that knife
slowly under my skin,
And with magical words
promised no sin,
I was killed from
deep within,
I offered my heart
but that’s in the bin,
Your skillful hand
and sweet soft words so true,
I fell so deeply
into you,
Made my wish
that dreams come true,
I opened my soul
you took that to,
There’s nothing left I
bleed for you,
A skilful master
sharpest tool,
And look at me I’m
just your fool….
.x.
You are the addictive candle that graces my skin in the dark, each of your words have the power to caress or to burn, both ways mark me more powerfully than any touch ever could.
Those that say words have no power?
Will never understand….
“kitten.” You say. And I am here. Watching. Waiting.
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