The Sub Letters

Sense Slaves

Seductive enclave

Bathing in bliss

As a sense slave

Chain my heart to the bed-frame

While I dream of the heat of bodies and heighted heartbeats

Come into my sweet cave

The soft,

feather-down bed I've made

Slick with satisfaction save

Secretly just for you and me

Wash the world away

With my sweat,

Singing out your name

Glued to your lover's embrace

While the rhythm merges us into one

A single flowing, glowing shape

as arms out stretch

And legs do shake

Lightning flashes in eyes like flames

To the thunder of a night shared together

Spent, but laying quite awake

Fulfilled and thrilled,

Sex that tastes like cake

Draped on your sweat-drenched shape

Flavors linger on a once hungry tongue

Stay with me, you sly desire.