phantom bonds [the skyrider]

I wear your pleasure like musk
it dresses the hunger of my sea siren
scent in leathery lusty spice

your breath like florid wine
sweet and rare upon the lips
is a primrose in the garden of
my amusement

your body like the raging ocean
liquid and salty in a heated deluge
thrashes my naked core
into submission

your essense the blood
pulsing in tributaries tangled
within my hips
shackle our zenith


the well spring of our release
renews us, holds us
and restores us ,
the angels of bondage