You
are my dark muse,
the master at my skill.
I have just discovered the physical body,
that is you.
You're behind me.
front to my back,
a long arm around my shoulder
across my neck,
a tumb rubs the juggular.
Sending images and passion.
I am filled with words,
becasue of you.
dark hair falling over me,
to shield me as I muse.
I write a flurry of words.
all in your pressence.
A silence gift passed over distance.
I can feel you now.
heating my back,
flowing through my fingers.
Touching me,
as my words touch you.
I beg you to stop,
but desire to keep going.
Work through me
and all I am is offered to you,
my dark god,
I fall willingly to your feet.
I bare my soul,
as a whore does her treasure.
And before your eyes.
I become,
my art, my angel, my words
