brows knit in aggression
he a predator, I his prey
my head bowed to him,
his eyes locked solely on me.

I felt his warmth come closer,
I sensed his every move.
the way his eyes were dark with power,
left me breathless and afraid.

I craved this kind of pleasure,
the kind derived from pain.
and as I felt his fingers coil on me,
the churning turned to flame.

my desire was unrestrained,
uncontrollable and overwhelming.
only he could put my fire,
with the touch of burning care.