In The Throes Of Lust

Single malt, running smooth
Heating up the inside
Taste buds dance
To the flow of scotch
Running over moss

It paints a picture
Visions in his head
All the wants
That’s whispered
Past lips as said

He can break apart
The pulls from the heart
So it leads to conquer
But weakens to one and it comes
From the dark side of lust

A light will show his lines
They curve and swirl his flesh
That covers the bones that stand erect
A twitching nervous system
Electrified by thoughts exploding in his head

Every breath he takes
Fuels the urge to consume
The nectar of the gods
Drunk from flowing silver goblets
Laid out on golden platters

Minstrels play to soothe the heart
Plucking those same strings
Now strung on a ivory harp
Set between thighs of milky white
Her fingers, tingle, as they mingle

Curling them strums arousal
The senses rouse
As they endeavour to devour
The taste of her

Chambers warmed by glowing fire
Feather stuffed pillows thrown about
St Peters Cross
Front and centre
Walls of stone with hanging shackles

Scented candles burn
Of jasmine myrrh
Inhaled the herb
Packed in a bowl
Releasing urges

Naked in the light
She sees his beauty
Half exposed
But it’s the other In the dark
She is after

Kneeling at his feet
In taking that which is sweet
To her lips and tongue
Filling her mouth
With his staff of life

The beginning of a night
That will turn the world
From light to dark
In the throes of lust


Grey ~ iii/v

Mary the mechanic
She’ll tune up your engine
Red line from Nitros Oxide
Your valves will be flowing
Pistons humming
Screaming tires burning rubber
She’ll strap you in
She’ll hoist you up
She’ll check out the parts if they’re good or not
She’ll take you for a spin
She’ll make you hug the curves
While she controls the stick
She’ll step on the peddle
She’ll crank up the metal
She’ll beat on the dash to kick start your heart
She’ll fuck your brains out
Make you sweat sweet lust
A rush so sublime
She’s the perfect fuck
All you have to do
Is pay for the night

Grey ~ ii/v

Step over step a daily journey
A zig zag of lines littered with trash
Along the way, temptation beckons
Doorways chiseled beautifully right
A puzzle of what’s inside
Could it be a prestigious club
Of high rollers and their wad of money
Bets on the side watching modern day gladiators
Two women fucking on a lighted stage
Men with keys to rooms waiting to breathe
Two drink minimum so says The King
His rules of how to play in The Dungeon
Enters The Mistress as all eyes lower
In prayer, that She chooses their hide to tear
Doorways chiseled beautifully right
A puzzle of what’s to be found
Follow the rules
Keep a civil tongue
And you just might
Be let inside
Placed under Her heel
A grace, every sub would heed
Receiving a benediction
In contrast of a contradiction
Paddles and whips would be flung
Waiting for the pièce de résistance
She will straddle to instensify
Her now moist and acheing pussy
Hard he would be, in honour of the Queen
Guided by a will, Her’s not his
Penetrating deep, as slow as can be
Savoring every inch of Her little bitch
Her hips rock back and forth
Her diaphram tightens controlling
The girth of a cock, pulsating
With one quick thrust, a sheen appears
A flash of light is reflected, causing tears
The metal gleams, the razors edge screams
With each repeating thrust
The edge glides, cooing as a summer thrush
Songbird, singing in the dead of night
As blood trickles from a slice
X’s and O’s sketched on his flesh
The moment of bliss begets
The pounding erupts as She rises and falls
On a downward flow, Mistress moans
his ears perk up like a little sweet puppy
Pleasing Her and making happy
The climax, it soars
Vibrating every nerve in the solar system
The orgasm, it floods
As if the ocean rose to cover the earth
Swirling sensations, electrifying the senses
From taste to touch
From smell and sight
To the sound of a stillness when Mistress comes