018 – Up

Barefoot footsteps patter across the floor above me

I can smell her perfume in the air
Mixed with the candles she has lit
She has left a trail of cloth and taunt for me to follow
And I do so willingly

I have been here before
Climbing these stairs
Hungry for what comes next
I knew what lust would offer me
Yet my heart beat as if it were all undiscovered

I could hear her whispers
I want you
I could taste the sweat upon her nakedness
Salty and sweet upon my tongue

Her moans would echo across the room
Once more
As I press myself against her velvet touch

When she bites me
Giving in to her beast
I will smile
Trying not falter too soon
Allowing her to claim what she so badly wants

And finally, when I do stumble back down these steps
I will have her love letters
Written on my skin
In the form of bite marks
And lengthy scratches across my aching flesh

Robert Lloyd
30 August 2017

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