Every Night
©Jade Blackmore

A lesson for every night of the week,
A nurturing.
To indulge
What is forbidden,
For days,
For months.
With you
The desire doesn't fade.

Silk scarves feel so good against your wrists.
Let go, baby,
Relax.
Your thighs warm against my neck.
Let me taste you.

In the rain,
Baptized in the tears of oblivion.
You're like a newborn suckling
Bound to my breasts as a matter of survival.
In a royal and arrogant mood,
You shed your clothes,
Dissolve into me,
My muse,
My lover,
For this sheltered night,
Free of all worldly errata.
We translate what hides,
Untapped and searing
In our hearts,
Into our bed.
Black lace on fingers,
Fingers tracing your spine
As we sweat in rhythm,
A rhythm
More consistent than any drumbeat.
Skin savoring
Skin,
For days,
For months,
With you,
The desire never fades.

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