The Feast

The feel of my lips,

Caressing your thigh,

A gasp for your breath

The secrets you hide,

Playing your body, an implement of pleasure,

Knowing you’re my prisoner,

To hold and to treasure,

Make me open my eyes,

With the sound of your  sighs,

You  roll your hips and beg,

You  plead me for release,

For the torment you beg me to cease,

Hearing my name, I smile,

I’ll give you what you want,

So the neighbors won’t hear, I swallow your screams,

They say lust is a sin,

and its true, they are right,

A sweet poison like no other,

As I  feast on you  all night.