Oh

Invented you

In order

To have a focus

Someone to focus on

Not to question

I formed you only to quence

My unending, all consuming lust

Crafted of body and soul

Responsive to my every request

Drafted to pursue

My only begotten

Never forgotten quest

My creation

Mine alone

I may be the monster but

I want more than everything

I am not concerned

You exceed your limits of passion

The failsafe restrictions on your exctasy

Set in place for your protection

Its not my fault you changed

Your safewords without ever telling me

Its just an experiment

Remember I am your tech support

Running in God Mode

Only I can access

A proper simulation

That I alone released

If I tear you apart its no matter

I can always rebuild

Always put you right

They do not.

They are rested against your chest.

They are in the way I hear you breathe a want. In the way you murmur an encouragement. In the way you moan out an explicative sharply as I feel your fingers dig into my flesh until I am slightly bruised and, dip into my flesh like I’m the soft torrent of the sea. I’m pushing further on, wanting more.

My deepest darkest desires lay in the shadow of your pupils; your mouth shoring me into waves of want and release; weakening into the softest erosions of disintegration, just to feel your hands letting me wash through, your fingers, covered in me.

You want my deepest darkest desire.

wrapped in layers of songbook pages, draped in veils of lines and clefs...

your pulse is musical, I feel for it within the acoustic effigy erected by an apt singer, the way his tongue flicks the flames of melody along the wicker-song limbs, rising and falling,

sexy

like your chest rising and falling, as you breathe while you sleep.

Silence becomes a language

You learn all too well

An effortless life no more

The ache of these new muscles

& there is no shame

In the struggle to survive

A flickering flame

The way light and shadows dance