Breath ControlA Poem by kaylaa poem for a contestI felt his need rise within himself,
identical to what rose within me. "It's just a thrill." He laid me down on the bed, applying restraints while his eyes locked passionately on mine. His hands around my throat... "It's just breath control. Just breath control." "I want more than a soft style." Our arousal heightened, soared, "It's just... control." My struggle for air so enticing, so titillating for him to see me flail. It felt like pins and needles. I barely got a breath in each time, yet he knew I needed more. As he squeezed harder and harder I felt something snap, I felt myself lose focus, and finally he knew he had to let go. But when he did we both succumbed to our desires. We both released, like ecstasy, like a reward, like breath control. © 2012 kaylaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorkaylaLos Angeles, CAAboutBecoming active on this site again! Originally started my account as teenager, but am a young woman now with hopefully still just as much to say. I write mostly poetry (but occasionally short stori.. more..Writing
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