The sweet succulent silence
surrounds me with its seductive energy.
The blindfold’s blackness
engulfs my vision,
and as I sense His approach,
I wonder,
am I breathing?
The sweet touch of His fingertip
flutters across my shoulder,
shivers down my arm,
resting upon my bound wrists,
underlining,
underscoring,
His control.
The sweet nectar of His tongue
caresses my neck.
I am weak,
so weak.
His wet luscious lips
wash me deeper into the
sweet silence.
His chest, hard, strong,
brushing, promising, demanding.
I slip ever deeper into the sweet, golden silence.
He is so close…
I’ve been waiting for this moment
my whole life…
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