For you my Love, for you

I cannot forgive this
Your pain in my skin

Drip calmly my passion
My hair in your hands
Replenish my darkness
Tear softly my skin

I bleed for my only
My water; my wind

If ever they find me
My body so thin

Hair brittle as brimstone
As I'm giving in

My body is straining
Arched sharp in this bed

To please you, to love you
As madness sets in

I never will leave you
My Mistress, my Friend
To please you, to love you
My Mistress, my Friend

~ A. Sinclaire.
9:07 a.m. 03/12/2014, Wednesday