Where it's dark

I like to go where it's dark at night,

where I can step without a thought,

when the moon whispers down my throat,

like the sky's touch depended on my constant breaths.

I like to go where it's navy at night,

where I can suffocate in your scent,

and never be guilty for embracing your warmth.

I like to go where it's chilly at night,

where I can thrive off the ice beneath my skin,

when I can close my eyes in lustful chills,

and know that it has always been you to bring me here.

I like to go where it's impossible to read,

and too dark to even believe;

I like to go where you have no choice but to love me,

and I can touch my lips to your smooth plains of flesh,

and know that you're all mine,

all mine in the breeze.

I lust for your soft voice to whisper that name,

my name,

where it's dark,

where you're begging for my touch,

and I'm begging for yours....

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Absolutely beautiful.. I love it.xx

[Matthew Kult]

Great imagery and flow. Great read and write

Matthew

[Sammie]

Wow I really liked this...I could relate to the words, well done.

[Forest Green]

This is really nice...brilliantly expressive...very impressive.

That dark room...it's a kicker...

Good work...!