07-24-2013, 05:32 PM
Await the yellow haze, dark seated,
Tight room in leather
smoldering
cigar.
Your furtive mouth escapes -
my fingers linger
I lurk
On and beyond
its edges.
This final step -
Off of the precipice
The bestial - almost –
excitement
gleams
of naked eye
Beguiling: waive my wrists,
it is too easy
I tremble, once again, -
A weeping cobweb in
unwilling wind.
Tight room in leather
smoldering
cigar.
Your furtive mouth escapes -
my fingers linger
I lurk
On and beyond
its edges.
This final step -
Off of the precipice
The bestial - almost –
excitement
gleams
of naked eye
Beguiling: waive my wrists,
it is too easy
I tremble, once again, -
A weeping cobweb in
unwilling wind.