We kiss against fumes of poppers serving
Sweeping waves of euphoria.
Chemical balances, nitrate trances fuelling feelings,
Tingling , lapping tongues of
Must, lust.

Tight hearted second skin;
Restriction , sexual affliction
The need to be wanted yet controlled.
My desires unfold with your permission.
Bound as the sound of beats and melodies caress my
Senses, where love is no where to be found amongst your usage.

Gimped, synched
Let us feed on the need of
Your dominance that makes me a passive aggressor.

Who really is in control?
We both embellish and relish in our fetish

Damien Arness-Dalton

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