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.