Oh gentle dark soul

do you feel

the passion rising

Forget the games we play

evocative and enticing

I allow you into

my sacred space

My pearl inviting

Don’t simply kiss me,

plunder my mouth,

pulling me in,

your hand spanning

my chin and neck

leaving your prints,

as you trace a trail down

from between my breasts

your palm

roughly squeezing

my treasured chest 

~

I see her hunger

In her words and deeds

My desire to plunder

and to captivate her wants

Fingers nimbly dancing

Squeezing

Marauding her luscious curves

Then I  thumb her

delicate pink pearl

into blushing

submission