Paraphilia

Her unflinching eyelids cautiously sewed together-
yet I could almost feel those eyes squirm; moan;
...pulling my heartstrings, with her eyelashes, demanding, me-
to come a little closer...

So I did.

Alabastrite,
that translucent sheath, stretched-
over a billion parts of her
I could never touch;

Yet amaranthine, her lips-
daring me, to another sip of insanity-
encapsulated within those honeyed drops of black-magic,
Circe, I called her, enchanted...

And obeyed;

As those amber dreadlocks bound my flesh-
enslaving my skin to another disorder...
yet I let that beastly hypnotism, carve my path
-to bliss

Her torpid stillness,
and that yonder hiss, a warning;
...it didn't last long, a moment, I guess-
till her perfume crept to my nostrils...

and reality became another haze,
evanescing- swiftly,
abandoning me, with nothing-
but her.

She still lays, where I first met her...
but her tombstone, is getting old-
and her coffin too big,
for just her bones.

…yet those labyrinthine ropes still hold me,
and I'll surrender again,
tonight;
she has a little sister, you know.