Submission

In poetry I paint
upon your skin
how I am feeling  
from deep within
 
caressing your lips  
and biting with passion,
I grab the rope and tie the tether
you utterly submit to the desires of lust
and with this wetness dripping down your thighs
my tongue maps and traces the source
 
the candlelight flickering shadows of our secrecy
revealing your nakedness and mystery
silhouettes of our motion
such innocent eyes, as you take me all in
 
scars the sharer of secret pain,
but in our sexual connection  
we find the pleasure again
united as one,
 
our rhythm in sync
and you shiver first  
also making me release my ink
then sit and think
lying like lions in the heat,
naked on our ruined bedsheet...