Your voice does things to me.
At night,
It unclothes me and leaves me
sprawled on the sheet for the
world to see. I feel it breathing
softly on my skin as I grasp the
sheets even tighter till my knuckles
loose colour. My chest aches.
It yearns for more, screaming a
rhythm of don't stop, keep playing.
Your words reverberates through
me as they come out of your lips,
I don't want this feeling to ever
cease, so I keep you on repeat.
You wrap me comfortably in your
tight embrace as we wait for an
end we both know is inevitable.
At dawn,
Your voice puts a smile on my face,
it makes the dream world an event
that happened eons ago.
Slowly, you put on my cloak.
Always cautious to know I'm safe
and shielded from harm or probably
your jealousy is making you a little extra,
no one should see me how you do,
So you fix me up for a perfect day
that ends with you tearing my clothes
to shreds again.
Secretly, I look forward to it everyday.
YOU ARE READING
Petals in a Slave
PoetryA collection of poems inspired by the hidden treasures within a soul. Not everyone is aware of the petals they can grow from within.
