Late Night

You came for me in my sleep

A celestial storm of ambient moans and naked thoughts streaking across the galaxy

Bound me at the wrists with long violet tresses and impaled yourself on my quivering impatience

You proceeded to wear me out like a cloak of destiny in the chill of winter’s rebuke

Writhing with abandon, folding gravity around my spyre with each thrust until…until I dropped my quill in relief, having stood the test of time but now on my knees no wiser.

the ink of knowledge dripping down my thighs into an epilogue of forbidden dreams

Submitted by #FigureForeplay