the lace and even the leather

I wonder of the placement of a hand
wonder how it can be guided, with a plan
would you hold it and let it snake
trace, a vision to make
the image of such a snake...
moving yet wandering
visionary and wondering
how powerful...the word , wondering

night passes as the star light whispers
bringing thoughts to wicked thoughts as sisters.
from deep within my breathing musters
as the visions play upon my brain
so to rehearse secrets like heavenly rain
in the corners of my insane.
my night is filled with you...
how faithful...my imagination remains...
I think of a grain bin...with a momentary grin.
and the single silo....it's momentary sin.
oh..to allude too.
how you bring to me...solitude to my whims.
lily white, I envision your skin
as it rubs passed the knee high grain
on a evening walk...to alleviate your frustration and pain
rehearse with me..take my hand...
let it trace...the vision....as your fingers play
let me feel the warmth, the wet, and just where they lay.
tell me you hear my whispers...
the meeting of two sisters:
lonely night and hidden sin...
take my hand...again
upon your pink
let us both think...
as your hand moves and snakes
a moan, a groan...as the lily white of your legs shake.
spread open as your pleasure takes...
hear my whispers for heaven sake
think of words that i have written
let them purr within your ear...within your sweet kitten
tell me
tell me
does this all bring it back again
and again...
help me with both our hands...
trace together
making you feel the lace and even the leather.