V.Silk

I'm full to brim, for you,
you temp me down,
then guide,
my hands

I tremble,

as I pull away
the most cloth of your desire.

Your silky threads of love,

stick then

twist and snap, like a frosted
spiders web,

your golden hair

falls away

as I kiss the mountains
of my desire,

they peak,

As I push into

your

hall of love,

I am

wrapped

in limb

and your silky threads
guide me in.