So you like a little light mixed with your deepest dark desires
Tell me more, my darling, for I only aim to please
Tell me all the ways you’d like this evening to transpire
Tell me all the ways to make you buckle at the knees
I’ll follow to the letter the instructions you so give
Commit to memory every pore upon your skin
And if you wish, my lover, I’ll spend hours of my time
Making each and every curve along your body into mine
I’ll be patient as the bee who’s turning nectar into gold
Awaiting every droplet till the honey starts to flow
As gentle as the river oh so slightly changing course
As the dam is ever rising down the bend and building force
Allowing you to bask within an ever climbing pressure
Appreciate the moment and bathing in your pleasure
I’ll lead you into waters as of yet remain unchartered
And make your deepest fantasies just a little darker
Love how grounded in sensory imagery this is. Really plays into the story of the poem.
I love the line: “I’ll be patient as the bee who’s turning nectar into gold.”
And I love the second line, for a start, how you go on to develop haunting imagery shows how willing you’re to obey. Well done!
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