I see more clearly
when sight filters through
black satin cloth
I love more dearly
knowing you’re the flame
and I'm just a moth
Your scent is stronger
coupled with
well-oiled leather
The days are longer
when I cannot
feel your tether
Tied up obscenely
and left alone,
my passion burns –
I wait more serenely
not knowing if
you will return.
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