When the cowgirl brands my mind,
when I am tied to her pleasure,
then I surrender myself
helpless within her relentless control.
It is not easy for me to do this,
but it is better to be your slave
than to rule an empty universe.
I have no purpose but your purpose
Dear Lady, my mind is your mind,
My body waits for your command.
My desire ends at your fulfillment.
How may I complete your erotic design?
(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin
I am taken by the twilight
of All Hallows’ Eve and opened
to the gathering darkness that waits.
The great dark old mirror shows my life,
a single candle, a glass half empty
of brandy, and these words I write.
As the midnight change grows near,
the air grows cold and my breath appears.
A strange music excites my fears.
I feel a touch on my arm
but no one is there. A shape
in reflection forms in the air.
Lilith has come for me again.
Her voice hypnotizes and controls.
I grow weaker as her power grows.
Her red dress is so tight
I can watch her breathe. I want her
so much it’s hard for me to believe.
Her fashion is diabolical.
Her lips and eyes burn dark red
as she leads me to the mirror’s bed.
I watch her use me
in the other world while I can only
sit paralyzed in frustration, helplessly.
She feeds upon pure intense climax
again and again
while I observe while forced to abstain.
Then she smiles her impossible smile
and floods my whole being
with even more desperate unfulfilled desire.
She brings her lips close
and binds me tight with more whispers,
then she’s gone with a snap of her fingers.
The scent of cruel sophisticated perfume
drives me insane and I notice
that my brandy glass has red lipstick stains.
My arousal will not subside.
I can think only of her.
This addiction will not let me die.
(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin
