Moonlight trickles through your open window
The wind caresses your naked body ever so softly
The distant waves seem to whisper a name you do not Know
Your heart beats faster in answer as thoughts turn to what might be
An unknown, not seen or heard
But "felt" in that Solemn and Somber Embrace
Like that gentle wind a slight caress in each word
Thoughts and Emotions, without a Face
You close those lovely eyes, shutting out the moonlight
Silently he comes to you
A silken scarf In an unseen hand and you shiver in delight
As desire takes Form in your mind, filling you through and through
You Feel the silk against your eyelids, across you cheek
Your body feels invisible bonds that do not yield
Each nerve cries out for a touch, making you weak
Your soul rises from your body, dancing in a distant Field
Of Wanton Desire and Dreams
In this blindness you feel a silky Touch
Arching your back, your body crying out, it Screams
As that Silk glides across your neck and ******* almost to Much
Longing for caresses, you wreath in Desire
"Stay still," A silent voice seems to command
You lie back trying not to move, but drawn to Fire
You reach out to touch him with each Hand
"Stay still," that voice you can't hear
Seems to say again
Finally, as if in agreement and Final Defiance, still wanting him near
Your hands fall heavily to your sides, you refuse to lose but can't Win
Your fist clinches, nails Biting into your palm
You fight to remain still under what has begun
Lips softly explore your body, desire a building storm, but outward Calm
With each moment that passes more and more is Done
You find it unbearable to remain still
Fighting no to lose Control
It excites you, heightens your desire, tests your will
And yet seems to fill many forgotten needs, makes you Whole
Seemingly Complete
You do not move, but wait in the darkness
Feeling the Warmth cover you, Still somewhere your will refuses Defeat
As hands trace your curves, so tender the Caress
Over your stomach and across your thigh
Hesitating for a moment that lasts forever
A mouth nibbling, tasting your flesh, your will asks Why
As each touch leaves a burning fire in its path, fare weather
In a storm that builds with hands pressed firmly between your thighs
Straining not to raise yourself against them
Your will, your reserve, still refusing to Submit, but each moment buys
More Submission, More Desire, focused on him
The Silk becomes as Leather
He has touched you not, kissed your desire with words without a voice
But Binds you still to your pleasure
Lets you taste the whip, that binds, burns, heats your souls fire, a choice
What way Has been Shown
Do you surrender; is it greater damnation or bitter sweet salvation
There in that sensuous Darkness, alone
With your thoughts and emotion
Webs of smoldering silk thrown round you each moment
Binding your will securing your surrender, even as you struggle with the Storm
That rages within, a constant torment
So easily dismissed in nights past, now takes Form
It is a symphony, a struggle and a blinding dance
A song an Embrace that you never tire of, despite the hiding
Of Emotions and Thoughts, In symphonic whispers of master and slave, that does Lance
Strongly your Heart and Soul, Binding
Them to passion burning brilliantly
A consuming blaze alight
Melodious, harmonious, deliberately
Drives your Will and rational thought to Flight
Your heart and soul laid bare exposed and naked
To his touch Silence rarely hears the screams
Of a slave's whispers, and a wills hated
Submission to the kiss of the whip and silk, as each envelopes your dreams
-Wes Noneya-
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
Moonlight trickles through your open window
The wind caresses your naked body ever so softly
The distant waves seem to whisper a name you do not Know
Your heart beats faster in answer as thoughts turn to what might be
An unknown, not seen or heard
But "felt" in that Solemn and Somber Embrace
Like that gentle wind a slight caress in each word
Thoughts and Emotions, without a Face
You close those lovely eyes, shutting out the moonlight
Silently he comes to you
A silken scarf In an unseen hand and you shiver in delight
As desire takes Form in your mind, filling you through and through
You Feel the silk against your eyelids, across you cheek
Your body feels invisible bonds that do not yield
Each nerve cries out for a touch, making you weak
Your soul rises from your body, dancing in a distant Field
Of Wanton Desire and Dreams
In this blindness you feel a silky Touch
Arching your back, your body crying out, it Screams
As that Silk glides across your neck and ******* almost to Much
Longing for caresses, you wreath in Desire
"Stay still," A silent voice seems to command
You lie back trying not to move, but drawn to Fire
You reach out to touch him with each Hand
"Stay still," that voice you can't hear
Seems to say again
Finally, as if in agreement and Final Defiance, still wanting him near
Your hands fall heavily to your sides, you refuse to lose but can't Win
Your fist clinches, nails Biting into your palm
You fight to remain still under what has begun
Lips softly explore your body, desire a building storm, but outward Calm
With each moment that passes more and more is Done
You find it unbearable to remain still
Fighting no to lose Control
It excites you, heightens your desire, tests your will
And yet seems to fill many forgotten needs, makes you Whole
Seemingly Complete
You do not move, but wait in the darkness
Feeling the Warmth cover you, Still somewhere your will refuses Defeat
As hands trace your curves, so tender the Caress
Over your stomach and across your thigh
Hesitating for a moment that lasts forever
A mouth nibbling, tasting your flesh, your will asks Why
As each touch leaves a burning fire in its path, fare weather
In a storm that builds with hands pressed firmly between your thighs
Straining not to raise yourself against them
Your will, your reserve, still refusing to Submit, but each moment buys
More Submission, More Desire, focused on him
The Silk becomes as Leather
He has touched you not, kissed your desire with words without a voice
But Binds you still to your pleasure
Lets you taste the whip, that binds, burns, heats your souls fire, a choice
What way Has been Shown
Do you surrender; is it greater damnation or bitter sweet salvation
There in that sensuous Darkness, alone
With your thoughts and emotion
Webs of smoldering silk thrown round you each moment
Binding your will securing your surrender, even as you struggle with the Storm
That rages within, a constant torment
So easily dismissed in nights past, now takes Form
It is a symphony, a struggle and a blinding dance
A song an Embrace that you never tire of, despite the hiding
Of Emotions and Thoughts, In symphonic whispers of master and slave, that does Lance
Strongly your Heart and Soul, Binding
Them to passion burning brilliantly
A consuming blaze alight
Melodious, harmonious, deliberately
Drives your Will and rational thought to Flight
Your heart and soul laid bare exposed and naked
To his touch Silence rarely hears the screams
Of a slave's whispers, and a wills hated
Submission to the kiss of the whip and silk, as each envelopes your dreams
-Wes Noneya-