Submissions by Daphneed

When between dusk and dawn, at the dancing shadows
As the day declines in a range of spellbinding colors
What a delightful torture it is waiting for my delightful Beloved
Scantily clad in the veiled twilight.

The die is cast, I am totally at his mercy
His appetite for me sharpens the fire of my desires
That despite his absence and sacrifices life asks of us
They remain invincible on my lissom and languid body.

When my feverish mind and soul caress my abyss
Deeply embedded, I take pleasure in playing his victim
I turn to look at him and sense...