Decadence of him
in this season of darkness
his demon
becoming my blessing
quivering screams
pierce the night
while writhing passions
burn out of control
our bodies
sinking slowly
into sin’s depths
*
©MidwestFantasy
October 2019
Decadence of him
in this season of darkness
his demon
becoming my blessing
quivering screams
pierce the night
while writhing passions
burn out of control
our bodies
sinking slowly
into sin’s depths
*
©MidwestFantasy
October 2019
Alluring he is
like a storm
I can’t quit watching
deep darkness
in unsettled eyes
shy demeanor
with wildness
tucked in lines on his face
brewing passion
I feel
like winds making me tremble
bewitched I am
under his spell
*
©MidwestFantasy
October 2019
My offering
me to you
purify my darkness
sanctify my soul
deliver me from myself
make me whole
*
©️MidwestFantasy
March 2019
Ph-Geraldine Lamanna
In shadows of midnight
underneath warmth of moon
let the dark speak our love
tones of hushed excitement
murmurs of sensual pleasure
whispers of hearts’ contentment
let the dark speak our love
with words we cannot
*
©MidwestFantasy
February 2019
Ph-Google Images
It was in the dark
her promises birthed life
he, the recipient
of what masked as words
in daylight
became under the moon
elaborate fingertip touches
alive on his skin
lips soft as summer
speaking not words
but love language
his entire body understood
she watched her promises
take shape on him
seductive, lovely, inviting
an excitement stirring her
like no other
and she knew
with certainty
her promises were gold
©MidwestFantasy
04/25/2018
Ph- Google Images
Darkness grabs
inner me
shakes alive
my hunger for
fierce passion
love outside limits
desire unknown in daylight
Darkness lights
the need for
my skin to be absorbed by his
kisses soft and hard, constant and true
experiences so deep they swallow me
Darkness
knows my needs
©MidwestFantasy
10/18/2017
Ph-Pinterest
Night. Dark. Silence. Candlelight, wine, and me. This is where it happens. Introspective, wild, daring thought that can’t come play in daytime. No one is watching. No one is asking. No one is over my shoulder looking. Secretively delightful in such a naughty, daring way. Sly smiles of this is a me none know, as I cuddle up with a blanket and grins of hell I am on fire. Dare of dark luring me to let loose and breathe words. A moment where I smile in the satisfaction of no one knowing what my mind writes–except me.