Our silhouettes dance between the sheets
smiling waves in the middle of twilight
the devils of our former selves
cross moon lit floors
to kiss tears from eyes containing sorrow
as passion formulates a plan
teaching lust to seek torture in your shadow
my outline teases the shape of you
shading our contours with magical colours
entwining pleasure and pain
creating simple treasures within the mind
shackled to your sinful rack,
naked and unashamed
craving your seven courses
patiently waiting, filled with enthusiasm
hungry for your wicked games