Midnight Hour

Nails scrape on a cold wall.
My heels strike the floor announcing I, have arrived
You look so lovely and sweet kneeling before me
I touch your skin, and heat radiates from it
A contrast to my cold touch
I lean over and whisper
“When the sky is pitch, and all light is void.
Then I will be free, and your pleasure will be mine.”
Hard swallows
Adoring eyes
No
Not yet
Soon!