How?

how does she know the scent of my skin

and feel my thoughts before I speak the words

how does she press her lips to mine

and I feel her nearly half a world away

how does she come into my room

when I lie asleep and let me feel her there

how does she know when I am afraid

and wrap herself around me in the dark

how can she hear the words unspoken

and count the pace of my breath without a sound

how does she understand this need

and fulfill so completely all of this want

how did she find her way so deeply

into the parts of me that I didn’t even know

how did she reconnect the pieces

 scattered without care about this room

how did she show me the meaning of trust

without ever having to  utter the sound of the word

how does she make me feel so strong

when I am openly surrendered to her

how did I find a way to open myself

and invite her into the very center of me

how did empty become so fully filled

sated yet still hungering voraciously

 

there is no how there is no why

she taught me there simply is

how, because we could

because we did

~for my muse~

~Succumb~

she stood before me at her full height

where I lay bound by her hand on the floor

she smiled as she looked down at me

there, at her mercy, if she chose

she commanded, eyes forward

knowing the ache that went through me

to see her exposed skin

perched loftily atop razor sharp

five inch spikes

in reverence I gazed up at her

knowing full well that to defy her

might bring that spike to land

directly in the center of my chest

and prostrate on the floor

I would pay handsomely

for riding the wrecking ball

across the elegance of this room

she arched her back slowly

knowing what it does to me

to see her in that pose

as she has allowed me there before

I have seen her head thrown back

and listened to her moan

at my touch

at my thrust deep into her

today though, she shows me no mercy

this is only the beginning

and, I, bound before her unable to move

have no choice but to succumb

 

~for my muse~