By Mark A. Leon
Your black lace panties still dangle on the end of my bed
Scent of that defiant perfume lingers in the air
Heart still racing from the memories of a few short hours ago
Still feel the softness of your hair as it slipped through my fingers and my last snapshot is the back of your hair and naked back
A silhouette of absolute perfection
A night so wrought in raw animal passion, now a fleeting reminder
You handcuffed me with your mind
A sultress with the eyes of an angel, the touch of a fragile feather and the bite of sharp broken glass
You left scars
Bite marks
Blood from nails of ecstasy
I begged for the pain
The hot wax dripping
The long deep soul sharing kisses
The thirst for more
In the brief hours of rest, I was lulled by your heartbeat
It cast a spell and sent me to a fantasy world where you and I ruled a kingdom of two
A blessed place where fate guided two strangers through the forest of heaven
Your breasts heaving into mine
Legs wrapped tight
Hands embraced
I held on knowing in the end, I would lose the subconscious tug of war
Sun beats through the window as it rises to the pinnacle of the sky
I toss, still craving the touch of your inner thigh
Moaning at the thought of one more touch
One more penetrating moment
But you’re a runaway
Escaping from my arms
Calling the road your home
A wicked game you play, my angel of the darkness
I Stare at the door hoping for one more dance under the sheets
