Stolen Pleasure

Desire sits resting on my chest

Quiet and patient while I rest

My slumber filled with technicolor dreams of exquisite pleasure

Of me reveling in the sweet sensation of the release at my leisure

Each breath I take builds an ache I can't shake

Desire stirs and stretches

Extending her fingers and pointing her toes

A spring uncoiled she arches her back

Breathing in the moonlight

She lets me know that it's time to wake up, we sleep when we die,

Tonight we ride her words, not mine

Desire doesn't know that our divinity is the price for our release

That my slumber is the only true peace

The ache she feels is grief in her bones

A cry she lets out hollowed and haunting moan

She falls to her knees and asks me with tear-stained cheeks

Why, begging me, tell me, please

As if the release is the key to her freedom

I hold desire in my arms

Make a safe place for her to weep

Reminding her that she is strong,

Words that pass through her ears like a cruel song

No consolation prize

I tell her anger is alright

So together we sit and weep

Wondering when pleasure will return

When will it be our turn?

To revel in the sweet sensation of our sweet release