Playtime

Images float, of you and me,
In the darkness of my erotic sea.
I feel you here, the monster growls,
I need you now, my senses howl!

Your absence leaves an empty regret,
Your close proximity makes me wet.
Your touch excites the whore in me,
It trickles down to the core of me.

Your innocence is a burly drug,
Your inexperience an annoying bug.
I will raise you right, with iron claws.
No thought nor judgment of Freudian flaws.

You burn my inner walls so sweetly,
Your demons escape so indiscreetly.
Your eyes seer through my naked soul.
Flesh in flesh, you make us whole.

I seek your touch with every fiber in me,
You answer my calls and set me free.
We sink into the blackened shadows of lust,
A haunting rhythm of breath and thrust…

I scream your name into the quaking air.
Our lust and secrets laid utterly bare.
You lick my lips, I bite your tongue,
I love the madness of this song we sung.

Our dance is vicious, yet frighteningly pure.
For what we have, there is no cure.
On sweetness and innocence the sun has set.
For in secret and obscurity we will play, my pet…