The stinging bites of those tiny teeth.
Coloring my skin.
Branding me with art that touches my soul.
As the pain brings such pleasures, not to be spoken of.
I needed that.
Deeply.
Secretly.
Pulling it in and spreading it throughout.
It's almost too much.
Ahhh, the cold, wet kisses it better.
Takes me back, I'm ready for more.
Clearing my mind.
Redirecting thoughts.
I lose myself in the melody.
Deep breaths.
I can do this...and so much more.

Palms lay exposed against supple thighs.
Rest on your heels, cast down those eyes.
Memorize this pose, present yourself so.
If energy were visible, you would positively glow.
Take a deep breath, await his command.
Anticipate where he might place his hand.
Will his touch be soft, a caress of your skin...
Or tangled fingers in hair as he pulls you to him?
Darkness envelops as silk knots press.
Quickens the rise and fall of your chest.
Wrists gathered together, the buckles speak clicks.
Eagerness builds heat, the creation of slicks.
Words whispered softly, " Do you like this my pet?"
"Yes sir." You reply through lips, soft and wet.
As you're coaxed into standing, shuffling feet.
Push forward and bend, ******* rest against sheet.
Legs are spread wider with the nudge of his knee.
"I like you this way, Princess, spread open for me."
Steel against ankles to hold you exposed.
Repeat clicking of buckles, now you can let go.
Bound up completely, yet free as a bird.
You lay perfectly still, awaiting his word.
"Beautiful," he says. And you blush from within.
There's nothing you wouldn't do to be taken by him.

Broken.
Just a number in a long line of distractions from your monotonous existence.
Sleeping in separate beds, my ***!!
Lies.
Hurt.
I should be used to this by now.
Bring on the pain. It's the only relief to be felt.
Art of the skin speaks the beauty of the soul.
Just keep breathing.
The whole thing is one big illusion.
A black magic trick.
Your voodoo.
I'm done.

Thread count high against my thigh,
Soft meets softer,
Makes me sigh.
Tiny breaths, hushed moans.
Treasures found, fingers roam.
Half asleep, half awake,
Give me all that I can take.
Push me further...a little more.
Body languid, please, adore.
Caress as if I'm made of glass,
Now make it rough, hard and fast.
Take me to the edge and push me over.
Just me and myself beneath these covers.

Your voices when meshed
Make melodies unheard
A simplistic beauty
Yet not of this world

The pluck of your strings
Caressing of keys
Creating a harmony
To bring Gods to their knees

Your lyrics speak of shadows
Ravenous for light
To succumb would be wrong
So you stay faithful to the right

But I can spy your glances
Your looks of longing love
As your souls share a song
You're fit like hand and glove

How tragic is this timing
So close and yet so far
Both parties could submit
But that would leave a scar

So you soldier on through life
What's meant to be cannot
Staying true to your commitments
And the time that love forgot

Swaddled babies never felt such care as this, being wrapped in the blanket of your love. Nuturing kindness, whisper soft kisses on angel soft skin. Dancing souls, matching steps and even breaths in this moment they share. Anticipating needs with a watchful eye and a caring heart. One made of something more precious than gold. More beautiful than the rarest of stones. Yet forged in a similar manner. Wrapped in the pressure and heat of our mutual adoration. An ever growing presence in itself. Transforming all that we know and understand about ourselves and each other. Sharing thoughts like a glass of fine wine...leaving floral tones on the tips of our tongues. Curious as to how each others individual tastes might influence that tone, we share a kiss and find ourselves amongst the stars.

Speak to me with your naughty tone,
Take me to that place,
Where all your nouns and all your verbs,
Are fingertips that trace...

Around my wants, desires, needs,
My secrets seldom shared,
Trace my lips with your adjectives,
My tongue with your savoir faire...

Let your words graze my *******,
****** me with your phrase,
Speak them down my stomach,
Lead them through my maze...

Move them lower, let them roam,
My rounded hips and softest thighs,
Stoke the fire of my lust,
And receive the ultimate prize...

Silent thoughts, no more speaking,
Hushed moans and quiet weeps remain,
Giving of ourselves completely,
We become whole once again.