Extending my hand in dark places
No map have explored
Everything moves so slowly
In the dark
Fingers razors sharp pleasure
Almost still, but moving
Don't go there I screech
Targeting pleasure points
Could be explosive
Each shadowy turn
Squeezes my breath out
Sudden low echoes of
Long floating hammm
Signal a safe travel
For now.
YOU ARE READING
Behind the Red door
PoetryExplicit to the core, this is my first attempt at adult content, please give me your feedback...