The magic of reflected love
Enslaved by lust,
Enslaved by you.
Below the light,
In the dark just us two.
My queen of the night,
The captor of my sin.
Taking me to a darker place,
Where time stands still.
To build with fire,
The essence, the cosmic seed.
Secrets of the flesh,
Through our communion set free.
Enslaved by lust,
Enslaved by you.
What else is there on earth,
That speaks more truth?
I’ve drawn you,
Each stroke I thought “I’m lucky this is mine”.
Tracing your form,
Stopping to stare at your perfect lines.
My art a mere copy of what this world gave in you.
My work never giving justice no matter how I do.
I’ve drawn you,
I think to have you here in my hands.
Tracing your perfect form,
Wishing life into my creation as each stroke expands.
You led naked, open, a little afraid.
I stood nude, rampant, ready to take.
You took me, whole, thrust deep inside.
I fucked you, hard, nothing left to hide.
You gave all, taking, ravaged when done.
I took all, giving, filled full as you and I both cum.