In candle’s hush, the silence bends,
Where ropes entwine like whispered sins.
A fleeting breath, a shiver’s call,
The mask of night reveals it all.
Keys of steel, a tethered rhyme,
Pulse and powe ...
I crave the whisper of rope,
its touch that unravels thought,
melting my doubts
like ice cream in the sun.
Each fiber awakens me,
drawing out the Goddess in my skin—
a night-born flame,
...
Flesh against flesh, that is how it started. Hands roaming across supple breasts, down toned stomach, around her voluptuous hips. My fingers walked up the inside of slippery thighs, like they were my ...