Soft fingertips sliding through the shirt;
So delicate, so fragile…
Virulent sensation is submerging me
So easily. Elusive feeling of control
Evaporates. I am powerless
In front of the majestic Queen.
Every Joker minifies by his own will,
Yearning for just one smile of Hers.
Dominant yet tender,
The exquisiteness stings
With its virtuosity.
Starving for more of Her,
I let more venom
My heart quickens
As I sense Her movements commencing towards me.
Snow- white skin,
Eyes darker than any abyss;
Thrill inside of me takes too much space.
Hard to breathe…
Bewilderment; fellating sensation,
And the most gentle touch
Of her fingers under my shirt.
My body is withering from bliss…
I can never regret presenting my life
To the Lust herself.