Phantom Love.
Often I wonder if I may be a fool,
To give my heart, love and devotion,
Gifted to an illusion of my soul.
Funny the way I feel the heated bliss,
Of dreamed passion kisses,
Or kneeling to submit.
Why does my heart bleed so,
With invisible fingered rips,
Punctured holes of my own regret.
How is it that I only feel complete,
With thoughts of You,
Coarse touch lining along my neck.
Trembled delights with each breath,
Conscious devotion makes it so real,
Wishes locked in secret chest.
I would ride the wave of tears,
To know that in Your own appeal,
My phantom lover forever is real.
Dreams Submission
What do we call this feeling inside?
Each drop of blood that flows in veins,
The throb of hearts fluttering pain,
To close eyes even when you crave to see,
Gasping at a touch of one in dreams.
To lay in embraced darkness with burning skin,
Droplets of glittered sweat coated curves of flesh,
Inner lust just bursting with seeded desire,
Dry throated cries of passions power,
To be alone in self devour.
To follow with devotion Your every command,
Whispered words of praise in silenced world,
Harshness felt but never heard,
Love said by that which will never be spoken,
My devotion my only token.
Live a life of what will never be,
Prayed thoughts of future unseen,
Happy with what is given in emotions world,
Collared by loves eternal chain at Your feet,
I am Your spirit slave forever to keep.
