You still don’t know

how dark I go

in the dead of night

when the mood is right

and the pulses race

before that embrace.

You’ve not seen yet

how black I get

when I allow a man

to bind my hands

and set me free

as I long to be.

You haven’t seen

my inbetween

beneath the light

of words I write

which are but the tip

of what makes me tick.
~j~