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,



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__________________________________________________________________

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