hey you,
I see the proud smirk on your face
the way your mouth curls upward when you look at me,
from above
watching my body shake and tremble
I see the control you think you have
when I’m twisting and churning around in your sheets
you like me in your bed
I like me in your head
enthralling you, ensnaring you
until you don’t want any other sight than me beneath your body, changing
no other sensation than my fingers gripping your flesh
no other sound than my reactions to your deft strokes of appendage
no other taste than mine
no other scent than the lotion I put on my neck, the mingled sweat we make

I see the satisfaction in your gaze
when you’ve drawn my cries to a ******
the smug way you stroke up my body, slowly
reverently
‘I am so lucky’, you say, and I know it’s true
I smile, confirmation, affirmation, in satiation
you pitch forward and come to rest on my chest, smile against
my breast, and
in secret I start the process of analysing your murmurs, the
things you’d thought to say
‘completely under my control’, you’d said
and I’ll let it go, for now
you’re irresistible when you think you’re right