Gifted torment

Patients Way

Ana Maria Moroz

I like the way you make me feel electric, with words and touch.

When not beneath your fingers play, the absence becoming all too much.

My body becomes your landscape, your canvas way.

Paining me the colors pleasure, in pause and taunt, the journeys stay.

You’re Tongue the brush in wisp and pat.

Teethes nibble, lips taste with sloping smile.

Dragging me to cliffs edge.

Dangling me there the endless hours.

Until I dare not breathe for fear of falling.

All the while seeking finish so strongly calling.

Against the wall consider begging.

You continue the tease of slow and steady.

Until Surrender is mine to take.

You pause to listen, then continue to make.

Me sing and moan and try to stay.

The journeys end is yours to play.