Delight
Morning would be great,
But this future is my fate,
Bound within time & mist,
Musky scent feels so bliss.
I wear a pout upon my lips,
As we pass like floating ships,
Forever hidden within the night,
Yet never further than one’s sight.
I am always held close to thee,
Yet restrained by depth of sea,
So each night I must reel,
As you become my last meal.
The thought of you and me,
Writhing in complete ecstasy,
Keeps me alive throughout the night,
Seeking pleasure; finding delight.
(c) 2016 PJ Bayliss
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