The Senses Ravished

Tease me

Overtake me
with hot wax dripping
on my thighs

Massage warm oils
into the curve of my arched back
making me quiver like a fish

Leave a trail
of lingering kisses
from my smooth face
to the pit of my belly

Speak dirty little things
for my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.

Until the inferno
sears my flesh
with slow, cold hammers

And my throat screams
the fury behind my eyes.