His voice in my ear,
quivering in anticipation and nerves.
His calm, firm fingers wrap
around each of my wrists in turn,
forming vice-like grips.
The feeling behind his actions
a salacious mix of masked innocence and bold confidence.

My spine, a tall grass frond
shivering in combative winds.
My skin
a den of a cabin in the mountains,
both welcoming and warm,
a beacon of pleasure.

He knows what I desire,
as I am equally aware that he wants to force it upon me.