Three And Five

Taunted by ethereal murmurs
Swallowed by linens, smothered in embrace
Ensnared by the bliss of afterglow
My victories fleeting, I am transfixed
The twitch of my pulse, a glance tainted with scorn
Resent wrenches its vise, provoking astonished mauve cheeks

Gripping onto locks to claim my pleasure

Fantasizing the touch of my hand against yours
Once more, a dream of romantics
I may never live mine
May this moment last forever

I wish to suffer