Form: Mathlish
It is a game of love we often play
My need to feel without a choice or say
Torment in chains as ice teases on lips
Before the senses burn beneath wax drips
The mind is lost to desire's lust-filled trips.
Within love's game I know no thought of fear
For whips and chains incite my need my dear
Despite the coming of a sensual storm
Upon our bed I feel both safe and warm
As in our love the darkest passions form
For just one kiss you make me beg and plead
While in the candle light I know no shame
I hear a voice expressing deepest need
My voice as it calls out aloud your name
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 
Reblogged this on About the Jez of It.
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