A Scream of Ecstasy

I have watched the hot dripping of wax
Upon the straining nipples of fantasy.
Hard red tongues of hot pleasure,
And bound flames.

I have tied the ropes of obedience
Around a moist prayer of surrender.
Black silk cords in a velvet fist,
Of dark need.

I have entered the cult of deliverance
Upon the rocky floor of helplessness.
A warm well of hidden life,
And throbbing lips.

And into this cavern of silky sweat
I have unburdened my white, swine pearls,
And kneeling upon the steps of your reluctance,
I have kissed the soft, warm scream of ecstasy.