I imagine your body as a canvas
wrapped taut and true around your bones
as you kneel before me, pliantly
my glorious pillow book.
across you, smeared the brushstrokes of trailing fingers
and the hot seering hands warming your flesh
& like a painter, I work with a palette of hues and colours
red, mauve, vermillion, tinctures of purple
for this is forbidden love
a love that shuns publicity, but cries for attention
a mere hint
a kind of rapturousness that neither of us has to silence
& which whimpering, whispers my name.
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