The White Room

 

Poetry from The Great In-Between

(A lone voice whispers) 

As I entered my 

Secret White Room

Late last night

A place I constructed the Great In-Between to relax

There, lo and behold, on my black leather chair

Dressed all in white and asleep

Was

A luscious, shimmering form. 

As I approached 

Its glistening seductive shape.

I saw it suddenly

Shake off its

Mesmerising alabaster cape. 

Before I could choose to quickly escape.

It revealed

Its true inner self. 

She looked so luscious from head to toe. My heart whispered that now wasn't the time to be scared or to run or go.

 Her raven-colored hair and sleeping dark eyes whispered of deep and guilty pleasures, and luscious wild places.

I must be bold and audacious to be invited to visit.

 My inner thoughts sang like a seductive Barry White, tha late night. 

As my flesh adamantly cried out and demanded that I must go on.

As I approached, she stirred.

Moving in her disquieting sleep. I saw a red sign covered in gold leaf butterflies imprinted on it.The black studded chair's framework.

It simply said

The Seductive One

Welcomes you

Trace your fingertips

Across her crimson

Red lips

If they taste sweet

Your soul 

She will tame and slowly eat

As I gazed at

Her magnificent naked form,

At a dark-haired beauty

Above all worldly

Norm

I felt adventurous

And boldly reached out. To slowly trace and follow as instructed.

The contours of her

Luscious red lips

As I did so

Her warm mouth suddenly

Engulfed my shaking fingertips, knuckle-deep, as she gyrated.So sensuously in

Her deep sleep

Feeling braver, I ran my other shaking hand. Across her soft, silky skin, 

And she responded by Moaning. Like she demanded and needed a drop of more immoral dark sin. By sucking harder and deeper With her sharp teeth. 

As they gripped my fingertips, hardening skin

Her form

Now moved

Undulating

Like a licentious belly-dancing

Queen

Making me wonder

What would happen now

In this 

My all-time favourite lucid deep dream

At that very moment

She suddenly rose. Her body emanated such sweet-smelling pheromones. I felt empowered to reach out and replace my fingertips 

With my hungry dark lips. And when I wrapped my strong hands around

Her so so very soft hips.

Strange Mediterranean-type music suddenly started playing as she whispered. Take me now over this black leather studded chair. A place where dark

Dreams can come true.

Don't you recognize me yet? It's me 

Your only goddess. The one you always dream of in all your unspoken prayers.

Sit me on that black leather chair and kneel before me 

And eat all you need

Before I feed. And only then

After that holy moment of our souls merging,

Can we no longer pretend? 

For this, Secret White Room Is my lair, 

My floating Castle between everywhere.

 Just renounced all others but you. And hidden in the many folds of time.

Where you can always return So I can feed and you can satisfy your soul's dark needs.

 A place where I can claim you.

Again and again

As just mine

Then she sat back in that 

Black leather chair. 

Before I took my place.

I can always remember

In that silent transmutation of sexual dark energy,

In that very pivotal moment

I knew then

What all starstruck lovers 

Regardless of gender, age, or creed,

All silently know.

Once your tongue is allowed entrance

Into loves delicious-tasting fountain

Once you've had a 

Sweet luscious taste

A drop of heavenly

Ambrosia

Your life with any other will just turn into dark strands of emotional dust and seem to diminish.

 To slowly blow in the uncaring four winds and eventually go to waste.

It's why I always return to this White Room.

For she holds total dominion in it. 

After praying for sleep as the nighttime clocks. 

Scattered all over the house, I keep.

Approaches twelve

 

To once again see her standing naked.

The Goddess I now worship 

With all that long

Crow black hair

Standing and just waiting

Before sitting back down into that black leather studded chair

And demanding

I have another taste

So she can feed. In these milliseconds as I pray for sleep.

Before I begin to kneel and to satisfy and pacify all her dark desires

And unspoken needs in that secret White Room

I know deep down, what all her other slaves know and keep hidden from all others.

To see.

 And in silent moments alone, think, as their soul shrinks, as it gets weaker. 

She now has power. Total power 

Total power over me.

(C) Copyright John Duffy