In the hush before the gasp—
cold metal kisses clasp my wrists,
wrists bound in silvery cruel grace,
each click a vow, each notch a tryst.
Blindfold draped in velvet black,
the world recedes without a sound.
I feel warmth linger near my lips—
a phantom breath, desire unbound.
Secluded in your sacred dark,
I learn the dialect of suspense—
the ache, the wait, inevitable spark,
of silence turned to sticky recompense.
The scent of want, the glaze of skin,
your touch a wand of molten sin.
Your silence louder than a scream,
a warning cloaked in velvet dim.
No mirror now, no voice, no face—
just dripping art in white cascade,
a final stroke, a pearly trace—
another masterpiece of your lust.
This is gorgeous, S.
“Just dripping art in white cascade”
That line is going to stay with me for a while
Thank you
Passionately penned, LDF. A seductive spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Yet “another masterpiece of your lust!”