imperial be the thought

i sat on the edge and wondered... should i fall?

should i heed the call?

what a simple surrender

the image of him, does know to render...

a desire to lay him down,

on his head place a crown.

imperial... be this man that knows to shake

deep within me desires erotic and luscious knows to wake!

his gaze... rewarding, as it rests 

upon  my naked breasts.

telling, be that look that demands a reaction uncontrolled,

bold...

what option could there be??... but, to let him possess my gaze

and hold me in his look....a lustful haze...

between my burning thighs

the rawness of the need to surrender defies

to hide how deep and wanton

a pure glutton

i be ...

in need of what can be

for true lovers know not boundaries when it comes to the truth of a moment shared.

RB.