Master of the Nght

Return to me, master of the night, with memories of your fierce desire, as you bind me in silk and tethers, I succumb to your raging fire. I want you to take me slowly, to relish each demonic delight, as you disrobe my burning eager flesh, your eyes hungry at the sight. I beg you to feel part of me, the only lord I wish to serve. As your mouth succulently savours each captivating curve, the night it holds a thousand whispers of unbridled ardour, when it seems you've taken me to the limit, you push me even farther. With the touch of your velvet lips, I hover on the edge of sanity, where I abandon my inhibitions, forgetting all morality. Your tongue is the aphrodisiac which sends my senses reeling, the taste of you flowing through me, inflaming every feeling. Insatiably aroused, your fingers stroke each pulsating vein, we share an enduring blood bond, a sweet delirious pain. From my lips the darkness echoes, with my explosive moans, as this pure obsession for you lies buried deep within my bones. With ease you raise me, arched above your aching, heated passion. My body, an erotic sculpture which your hands expertly fashion. The rhythm of our music thrums with every beat of my heart, as my barren breast sorely weeps when you callously depart. When we, in unison, reach our peak, mid-exquisite rapture, your fangs plunging deep within my breast, my essence to capture. I know that I am lost forever, beneath your sacrilegious spell, and the secret of our closest rendezvous, I will never tell.