Temple of Night (poem)

Temple of Night

Ellyahnna Hall



Your fantasy had become my reality.

It was an art that reflected life

I was on my knees, my hands placed flat against cold marble

What lovely temple I thought as you entered

I watched you walking around, observing, taunting, taking me in

I'm not sure how we got here. If I brought you here or you me

I was your angel and you were my demon

And what we made was not love

It was domination and painful pleasures in the night

Hot oil dripping off skin tight latex

Moans ecstasy echoing

I can feel every part of you reverberating through my soul

My lips were dripping wet approval

And my eyes the only other part of my countenance visible beyond this mask

Into my temple from your own

As I listen to your every breath hearing it trembling for more. I know then that we have forever forged a bond

I love this place

This temple of night