A story I must share
As I entered my
Secret White Room
Late last night
To relax and there
On my black leather chair
Dressed all in white
Laid asleep
Was
A delicious
Glowing form
As I approached
Its glistening seductive shape
I saw it suddenly
Shake off its
Mesmerising alabaster cape
As it revealed
It's inner true self
Before I chose to
Quickly escape
She looked delicious from
Head to toe
Her black hair
And sleeping dark eyes
Whispered
Of deep and dark
Desires and luscious places
I must be courageous
To visit
My inner thoughts sung
As my flesh cried out
And demanded to go on
As I approached
She stirred in her sleep
I saw
A sign imprinted on
The black studded chairs
Framework
The Seductive One
Welcomes you
Trace your fingertips
Across her crimson
Red lips
If they taste sweet
Your soul
She will eat
As I gazed at
Her now naked form
At a dark haired beauty
Above all worldly
Norm
I felt brave
And reached out
And slowly traced
The shape of her
Luscious red lips
As I did so
Her mouth suddenly
Engulfed my finger knuckle
Deep as she gyrated
Sensuously in
Her sleep
Feeling braver
I ran my other hand
Across her soft skin
And she responded
Like she demanded and
Needed a drop of
Immoral dark sin
By sucking harder
With her sharp teeth in play
They gripped my
Hardening skin
Her form
Now moved
Undulating
Like a lascivious belly-dancing
Queen
Made me wonder
What would happen now
In this lucid deep dream
At that moment
She suddenly rose
Her body emanated such
Sweet smelling
Pheromones
I felt empowered to reach
Out and replace my
Finger with my hungry
Lips
As I wrapped my
Strong hands around
Her so so soft hips
Strange music suddenly started
Playing as she whispered
Take me now over this
Black leather
Stud filled chair
A place where dark
Dreams come true
Don't you recognise
Me yet
It's me
Your goddess
The one you always dream of
Sit me on that chair
Kneel
And eat all you need
Before I feed
Only then
After that moment
Can we no longer
Pretend
For this Secret White Room
Is my lair
Just lost to all others
And hidden in time
Where you can always
Return
And I can claim you
Again and again
As just mine
As she sat in that
Black leather chair
Before I knelled
I can always
Remember
In that silent transition
In that very moment
I knew then
What all starstruck
Lovers all know
Once your tongue
Enters loves delicious
Fountain
Once you have had a
Sweet delicious taste
A drop of heavenly
Ambrosia
Your life with any other
Will just turn
To dust and diminish
Slowly blowing in the four
Winds and
Eventually going
To waste
It's
Why I always return
After twelve
As she stands naked
With that long
Crow black hair
Standing and just waiting
Before sitting back
In that black leather
Chair
And demanding
I have another taste
So she can feed
Before I satisfy
All her dark desires
And unspoken needs
I know deep down
She has power
Power
Power over me
Copyright John Duffy
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