Oakland, Or, USA
Mistress Nite, unfolds herself across my little corner of the world.
Darkness descends; Stars sparkle.
The moon casts everything it touches in silver.
I gaze out over the grounds,
Watching for some sign of your approach,
As a shadow falls over me from behind,
And I wheel around, startled; to find you already here.
The smile on your lips is not reflected
In the intensity of your stare.
Your embrace, dark wings encircling.
Your touch, a cold brandishing thing.
Your kiss, ice setting flame wherever they brush.
We are drawn together;
Each to satisfy our own desires;
Our own needs.
The robe falls away as you place me on the bed;
A dark welcome shadow looming over me.
I reach out, pull you to me; we kiss.
Your mind reaches out to touch mine.
The chillness of your cheek against my shoulder,
Helps to cool the heat of my desire.
I hunger for you.
You loose yourself in the gentle pulsing that calls to you,
Through soft, vulnerable flesh.
Your need is urgent, you cannot resist;
Anymore than I can resist your calling.
My heart pounds in anticipation.
The gentle pulsing escalates to a deafening throb,
Only you can hear, feel, see.
Your lips part and in a rush of pleasure and pain,
You take from me that which you require;
Quenching the thirsting hunger within you.
Draining my life essence, sweet and warm;
Bringing me closer to that which I desire.
To exist in your dimension.
At your side; for all eternity.
Sharon Lee Rotondi