Liminal Space

A slow burn,

the way he wants me -

on my knees, on my back.

His eyes sharpen when he hears please.

A slow burn,

the measured weight of his words

Tell me how you want this.

My skin grows hot when I hear mine.

I only exist in this space

between his desire and his restraint.

I am coveted,

And I am bound.

Half close eyes, watching the darkness,

a faint lighter click.

I feel heat,

And I am ignited.

I imagine the ember of his cigarette

He draws in the smoke.

I am the cherry,

And I am burned.