She Is
My love
My woman is as fragile
as a lifeline made of silk
A tapestry of lust
where skin embraces skin
A masterpiece woven in love
In which I am hopelessly addicted
Addicted to the way my name
sounds in her mouth.
Like an unforgettable melody
that replays in my mind.
Addicted to the pure emotions
that you illicit within me
Every time you touch me
with your heart and mind
and when you transcribe
those messages on my skin
I am hopelessly addicted
addicted to the way
we share belonging
within those ice white dreams
of silk roses and velvet bows
where we share molten passion
marked and emblazoned by rope
Where we belong
enraptured by kink and vice
Beautiful!