Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

promises of steam

The pain in your eyes is so pretty.
I keep up the conversation.

The way you writhe is so nice.
The room fills with steam and condensation.

I like the way your lips curve.
And you show the signs of your infatuation.

It's stunning when you cry out.
I shake the roots of your foundation.

Your brightness shines through.
As I conduct your perfect humiliation.

Although you beg with beauty.
Sweetheart, there is no negotiation.

Your noises are so sexy.
You hum with sweet vibration.

This is where you let go.
No fears, worries or complications.

Your squeals are far too cute.
As you head to the darkened destination.

You continue to follow my orders.
You need not an explanation.

My darling this is where you belong.
Let me over power you with these sensations.