Untitled Number Eight

Eyes without light made one with the dark
Tangled in coils of silk immobile
Test the limits of my bonds
Waiting, impatient, breath caught
Tremble surges through blood and breath
Demand my surrender, my whispered plea
Desperate to be defiled by every part of you
Grip, pinch, wrap, soothe, spank – a cry of desire, a moment of shame
This is what excites me
More real in the dispossession of the senses
In the command to release those things that hold me back
Release that which keeps devotion from manifesting to its full potential
Body trembling when you finally touch me again
A sigh, a whimper, a cry
Achingly close
Denied again and again until I’m a drenched, achy, mess
Sobbing, shaking, desperate for deliverance
But only what you allow – as many times as you deem me Worthy
Please. Please.
Power in surrender – your touch is where I break
Tongue and fingers pull me under in an endless succession of oceanic waves
Cresting and crashing in its own rhythm
You take it all like a man starving, demanding ever more
Only a moments’ reprieve before I feel your cock poised to enter
The push deep and true and relentless
I need to touch but the silk holds true
All I can do is break under you until you get your fill
And you put me back together in the afterglow