gasp

The seductive silence

surrounds me as

the blindfold’s inky dark

offers its odd comfort.

I sense, more than hear,

his approach.

It quickens my heart,

sending it pulsing against my chest.

His fingertip!

It flutters across my shoulder,

glides down my arm,

coming to rest upon my bound wrists,

underlining,

underscoring,

his control.

The sweet nectar of his tongue

caresses my neck.

I am weak…
so weak.

His chest,

hard, strong,

brushing, promising,

engulfs me as his arms envelop me.

I slip ever deeper into my golden surrender.

He is so close…

I’ve been waiting for this moment

my whole life…

 

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