The pale of his skin, the dark of his eyes;
The arch of his brows shows
the danger he hides.
The cold of his touch
sends me into thrills.
The hardness of his voice fades into husky seduction
as he speaks my name.
His indifferent grasp becomes a tender caress.
The red of his lips turns up in
a smile as he prepares to tempt me.
The white of his teeth parts as his hot, wet tongue
glides across my throat.
And the pain is so sweet.
And the sticky wetness flowing across my breast is exciting.
And when I become his-
part of him-
my blood flows hot and fast.
And now–I thirst.
–1990
chimerawrites 