gasp

The sweet succulent silence

surrounds me with its seductive energy.

The blindfold’s blackness

engulfs my vision,

 and as I sense His approach,

I wonder,

am I breathing?

The sweet touch of His fingertip

flutters across my shoulder,

shivers down my arm,

resting upon my bound wrists,

underlining,

underscoring,

His control.

The sweet nectar of His tongue

caresses my neck.

I am weak,

so weak.

His wet luscious lips

wash me deeper into the

sweet silence.

His chest, hard, strong,

brushing, promising, demanding.

I slip ever deeper into the sweet, golden silence.

He is so close…

I’ve been waiting for this moment

my whole life…

Phil copy__________________________________________________________________

www.MaggieCarpenter.com

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