Description: for some reason the title of this poem keeps changing. I don't know why
Slave to the night -------------------------------------------
She is a slave to the sensuality of the night
No man is her master; to no bed does she belong
Her passion is a fire that burns to be quenched
by the sweat of his manhood. She belongs to no one
and is his alone.
She is a slave to the sensuality of the night
Chained by sticky heat of his musk
Bathed by his sweat as it slides between her breasts
Gliding down the length of her glistening body
until it sinks into her own wetness
She is a slave to the night.
She is a slave to the sensuality of the night
She adorns her body with beads of anticipation
and rushes to the highest point to await his arrival
She holds her breath until she can wait no more
He calls to her and she comes to him
She is a slave to the sensuality of the night.
Submission Name: Slave to the night
