Impressions of Him

Impressions of Him

Beyond the timid rolling hills of logic
Past the vanilla brink of social proprieties
A day’s ride from the barren wasteland of insanity
Lies the fertile crescent of my desires…

It is there that my torrid thoughts run freely
Like the untamed mustangs, running wild
Who have yet to fall prey to the lasso’s noose
Sprinting just out of reach of their pursuer’s grasp…

Thoughts of Him like liquid fire pulsate through my veins
Insinuating themselves into the crevasse of my slumber
Lurking in the shadows of my daylight haunts
Blurring the sharp, steel edges of my mind’s eye…

Images conjured by His words brand themselves onto my brain
Robbing the strength from the forged grip of my control
Like a thief who deftly passes through the silent walls of night
Leaving the premises as skillfully as they once entered…

Molten echoes of His voice sear the pale flesh of my inner thighs
As surely as if two strong hands had they themselves claimed ownership
Unceremoniously branding this naked core of unadulterated need
So that none might ever thereafter transgress…

The sounds…the sight...the feel of flesh surrendering to flesh
Palpable images that provoke a spontaneous eruption from within
An undefined weakness in my legs succumbs to the onslaught
Leaving my heart to pound uncontrollably within my chest.

Petiteredhead, May 11, 2007