Knotted in Desire

You keep me on edge, even in color—eyes shifting, unreadable, daring me to find the truth up close.

You tempt with glimpses—
curves barely kissed by light,
a whisper of lace stretched
against the swell of your velvet flesh.
The way shadows cling
to the valleys of your body
like fingers aching to claim.

I take you in. The tension winding tighter.
Each new offering a tighter noose,
pulling, constricting,
moving blood southward
until thought is hunger,
and you are the feast.

You are the storm and the stillness.
I stand at the edge, steady, poised,
the fire in me mirroring yours.

**Snap.**

Silk knots trace the map of your body,
a lattice of red binding the curves
of your thighs, framing your supple breasts,
your wrists longing to be pinned.

My mouth worships first—
teasing, claiming,
pulling moans from lips that
ache to be filled.
Your body a feast—every inch explored, teased, claimed,
each stroke deliberate, merciless,
my touch a promise, my hunger a vow.

I shall inscribe hunger onto you,
my lips shall mark, my tongue the quill,
tracing want in aching script upon your skin.
I shall spread you open, take you in,
until the world falls away,
and we break beneath the burden of burning bodies.

And when it’s done,
when your body is spent,
I untie you—
and start again.