You look @ me like you see
The demons that lurk inside me
You smile as though the dark in my mind beckons
You like a moth to a flame
Be careful how close you dance
Little moth, to this very incidious
The level of my desires are limited
Only by what can be achieved w
Rope and cane,
With clamps, and candles, brackets and chains.
You raven hair so smooth and full
To be rendered stretched, pulled and scented with our sweat and wanton desire
Be careful little one, what you see
On the outside
Disguises the Sir that lives and seethes on the inside..