Chained with my gaze
his desire tries to break loose

but my eyes force him, I take
half of my clothes off and wash him
      
with ice water until he glows
and wants more, then I pull out hairs
      
in sensitive places, treat him
until it hurts, I bite
      
where his skin is thin, lick
the blood, rub salt in the wounds
      
knock him off and arouse him
with my claws in his imagination
      
I nestle in his desire
for the end, keeping him *****
      
until he moans and stammers
sweet words, that reconcile me a while