Perilous Hope with each Mornings Sky (Poem by WLHusband)

 

Cravings of flesh in the mind’s eye,

Perilous hope with each morning sky.

Fetish lives, a woman’s will
Submission’s desire yet to be filled 

Longing to fall without measure.

Longing to know of her pleasure

With her will, a knee would bend.

With her will, torture would end

In thoughts, the ambrosia dripping
Silky words, faint whipping,
Dirty desire, corruption’s bride 

Her alone, so deep inside.

Triggers are set, submission is code.
A single command would the world explode.

But nothing breathed under this sun
The end of day, another dream done.

One more day to forget days
One more lap in the rat’s maze,

One more dream down the hatch
One more soul without it’s match.

by WL Husband



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