Dom's song

For Amanda

Your pulse pounds out a rapid beat that runs
From your neck to my fingertips and I
Know that this feeling cannot be outdone
By anything: I know your soul is mine.

I would make every nerve within you sing
And watch you squirm, shiver, and squeal for show.
I would see you gift wrapped up in string
Wrists bound up, and desperate moans pitched low

My teeth ache for your sweet and tender flesh
I long to see you writhe, whimper, and beg
For mercy. I would like to see you blush
Down your face and chest and in between your legs

Bringing you ever closer to the sweet
Release you crave. The death you want to meet.