HIS

Smooth satin covers my eyes

I know he’s there when he releases a sigh

A sound cloaked in the pain of self-control

I can feel the weight of his gaze from my skin to my soul

Lying here, bare and bound…

His to take

From his subtle touch

Every nerve in my body begins to wake

He tightens the ropes that keep me in place

Slowly descending to trail the curves of my body and face

He creeps downward to where my juices flow

Exploring before he enters me soft and slow

With every stroke control he demands

Dominating my body with his mouth and hands

Yearning for release but he leaves me wanting

Calling me to the edge, my body responding

We go over the cliff, together, in sync

“I am yours” I quietly whisper

One final time, our hips rise to meet.

About the author

Bobbie Turner

Hey! Most people know me as Bobbie Lynne. I grew up in a small town in the fields of Arkansas and now live in a small town in the trees of Tennessee. I am a mother of three wonderful, very energetic kids. I pay the bills as a full time construction worker. I am an absolute clean freak (most say I have OCD). Imagine Super Woman on crack meets bipolar book worm… Yep, that’s me! I’m addicted to chocolate, Netflix, adult romance novels, and poetry. I’m a huge Edgar Allen Poe and Maya Angelou fan! I’m just a small town southern girl at heart. I enjoy camping, fishing, ATVs, anything outdoors, writing, shooting pool, cooking, and cleaning. Yes, you read it right… I enjoy cleaning. To sum it up, I am just a small town girl trying to live a small town life… The southern way! I hope you enjoy what I bring to the table!