I feel death is not ready to see you. Time changes things from second to second. All we have is time.

This gave me the chills.

I love this story.

This is sensual beauty of the highest order, my friend. You take the scene and fly with it into the heavens. Love especially how you wrote of the respect he gives his sub, not hostile or arrogant but rather a piousness. Loved that ending. You write the scene with the delicately poetic brushstrokes of a true poet priestess.

John

Well done Damian… nice tight rhyme

Tight ink Have a great day!!

Bat

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adira. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you enjoyed the write. Yes, sometimes the song is enough, and there’s not always need for all the pomp & circumstance. Appreciate you.

Damian

Damian here you have proved with great virtuosity that less is more. This is a tightly crafted poem that puts me in the scene. I could see the club with my very own visualization. Very well done.

John

Well said, beautifully penned.

Tight, clean, and atmospheric. The groove comes through in the writing.