Black on white

Parisian dance with
Latin lilt. Can there be
One more? Apparently

Not. Why
Not? Paul
And Jeanne, competing 

To rent, secrets
Divulged. 

Black and white, even more compelling.

It is the
Details that enthral.
I wonder whether

Salted or unsalted.
Unsalted.
We watch, voyeurs

In the near darkness,
We discover

The pleasure of black and white.

Minutes give way
To hours. Credits,
From fantasy

To reality. Black
Silk tying
Softly yet

Tightly, firmly
Resistance is useless.

And unwanted.

Wrists. Ankles.
Tight. Gentle.
I am unresisting.

You have fire
In your eyes,
Sparking in the

Night light, as
You, become

Black on white.