the bed is barren
and i
on top, on all fours nude in my pose
erect and standing like her prize animal.

she rests one leg upon the other
melting comfortably into the chair
her hands reaching to caress my fur
my mouth runs to her hand to tender it my friend
i am indulged
i take her scent into my lungs

my nipples are embraced between her fingers
and i am soaring with delight
each pinch tingling
i drown slowly in her teasing
engulfed, yes, lost
each night she makes me strip and get on the bed
so she can torment me to the chill of a martini
i want her yet she only fondles me
and turns my lust into a pathetic beast
panting and moaning
it is a marathon she has put me on
how long
how long can i be denied
how long can i be denied
one more day
my mind swarming swimming up her stream
i gaze into my need
swelling larger and larger
i am nothing but puss from wounded need
it festers and bubbles beneath my skin
my joint rubbing against anything nearby
purring and leaping toward caresses
i am a dog throwing its body beneath her touch
and she is a jewel i cannot touch
a ripe fruit i cannot taste
let me drink her thighs
let them be the only pleasure i know this day
being replaced by the honor of hands
or spine
calves
a dizzying set of counterpoints

i will lie on the floor beneath her bed
and be naked for each reach
my sacs heavy with clay
spermatic leash
the ache within them strangling me
her will their rope
i follow whims
wherever they go
i am put through inventions...
which clamp me tightly
only to be released to the next one

the longer i am kept - the tighter the grip
weened from pleasure
i know only desire
want
craving
thirst
i am in a drought
my throat soothed by only cold eyes
which never quench

every second becomes apparent
i am staring at time
i am moving through its tunnel
one light bulb at a time
it is dark and damp
low ringing sounds well up between my ears
i feel my head pass through each second one at a time
and my head pops out of time
and then my shoulders
my arms
my cock
my balls
my legs
my feet!
i am born into the air
and i am worn out
until put through it again

always till frustration
and always to the cell of denial

i eat her image as my only food

how my lust can be
trained in rain water
bathing in the weight of her eyes
dance in her silouette