Oh,
don’t speak, your words are unnecessary.
Don’t throw inane
nonsense my way when you
should put that tongue to better use.
Don’t
stop when you’re uncertain of what I want,
keep going, I’ll let you know.
I’ll
let you know.
The
fine line between us has been crossed, broken and walked over and I
bind your hands with the threads on the ground.
Don’t
move.
Don’t break these chains that I have given you. They suit you and
your sweet, innocent desperation.
Don’t
move at all.
Just breathe and
focus. Focus
on me. Focus
on my tiny, warm hands slowly moving up under your clothes. Focus on
the fingers dancing across your stomach and the tongue licking soft
lipssoon
ready for yours.
Focus on the tension that’s building.
Link your fingers tight
together behind your back to not break chains leading to the end of
this. Breathe baby, breathe.
Tell me how you feel in just
one word.
I know what word already but tell me. I want your voice in
this silent
frustration I
have forced you to. Speak the word for me.
Tell
me what you want. Tell me where to go.
You shiver comfortably with
your hands pressed together under your back on the floor. You whisper
the words of dirty sheets and I smile the smile of drunken
mishaps.
I lean down, whisper them back and set
you free.
The
world outside disappears once more and all there is in here are
violent body language, the odd color of the secrets of lust, heat and
warmth, you…
… and
me.