Thy wild eyes aghast
As purplish hues casts your reflection
Back from amethyst irises.
To disobey, thy shall fear my reaction.
'And so now,
For a game Thou shall always win
Stop your quavering
And let it begin.'
Thy released such pleasing
Noises; such arabsque in ears ring well.
Cracks of leather against flesh,
Thou heaven is truly your hell.
Your bones, those tensed-up
Swelled sweet muscles under Thou wiles,
Conjured tattooed curves,
Like my deceitful smiles.
And yet when the night is done,
Thy felt the innocent sheer bliss
As the sun smears the horizon hues,
Thou left your body with the chains,
And your sweet lips with my kiss. |