Pleasure erupts,
from the contact your hand makes upon my skin.
Goosebumps arise,
from the gentle nip of your teeth
against my neck.
Consoling me,
of the aching that is to come.
Acceptance dawns,
apparent in the gleam in my eyes.
Anticipation,
like slow, drawled out suffering.
I quiver,
with the waves of longing that engulf me.
Sends me to another dimension;
Lost somewhere,
between the sheets and the shadows,
that light dares not touch.
Again and again it strikes.
You always win.
And carelessly,
I want more.
I will always want more.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC
Pleasure erupts,
from the contact your hand makes upon my skin.
Goosebumps arise,
from the gentle nip of your teeth
against my neck.
Consoling me,
of the aching that is to come.
Acceptance dawns,
apparent in the gleam in my eyes.
Anticipation,
like slow, drawled out suffering.
I quiver,
with the waves of longing that engulf me.
Sends me to another dimension;
Lost somewhere,
between the sheets and the shadows,
that light dares not touch.
Again and again it strikes.
You always win.
And carelessly,
I want more.
I will always want more.