The muse was calling to me last night...

Can I strip you down?
To nothing.
No boundaries.
Show me what lies behind,
Those obsidian eyes.
Your body stretched tight.
Silk skin covered bones.

Teach my hands to speak words my mouth dare not say.
Hold me captive in this lover’s embrace.
Paralyzed by obsidian eyes.

Take me as your own.
“My precious…” you say,
“…only mine.”
Possession.

Stealing soul-searing kisses from my burning lips.
Covering the sighs.
Mapping my body with artistic hands.
Experiencing caresses that should be a sin.
But oh how a sweet way to die.

Willing prisoner of obsidian eyes.