You distill me with your physicality, your locomotive love
Then swallow my entirety while I have only offered a taste.
You attempt to emotionaly sculpt me to your smoky needs,
until I fit like the perfect silver slipper - smooth and pliable.
I am a copperwire wildchild this I have told you.
I flutter in the moist sun and fire in the violet night.
You tell me you are in love with me and that you
shine in my heritage of beauty.
Once I am in your arms you begin to gently, consistently,
wickedly bind me to you
with erotic prose from your salient lips.
Your clever hands and scissor thighs render me helpless.
Like a skilled surgeon you meticulous cut away at my
tender flesh: here and over here and there too
especially around my ruby dial slipping in your
oyster shells of ownership.
You stigmata me with your dark forest love.
And I become as putty in your hands.
Who I am is obscured by your lucid passion.
You flip me over as you laugh deeply within
over my supine body, filtering out all you find
troublesome: a pinch, a soft slap a secret whiplike caress.
I am your Muse now ~
Your glistening sapphire Obsession.
Brought to life by your dreams and your hot
You have petrified my heart and my body.
I have become your private Venus statue~
A haunting miracle of your blue love.
[c] Pala M.
Panic! Writing Project
Panic! Art Gallery