Momo Shibari - Tying Up The Peach

Bind Me Only With A Loving Touch - Desire Makes Me Your Slave

Cream-colored satin covers the bed, and it feels so good -
like a cool kiss against the warm nakedness of my skin.
The bed posts climb to a canopy of dark cherry wood,
and in the background is the soft sound of a mandolin.

I watch you standing in the candlelight as you undress.
Your dark eyes feel through me and hold me captive in their stare.
I am mesmerized and lost in the depths of their caress;
and I take you in, draw you in, as though you were the air.

I breathe in the scent of you, your manhood's musky cologne,
as you turn me onto my stomach, massaging my back.
I close my eyes and cannot hold back my heartwarming moan
as you wrap the velvet ropes about me, a corded black.

You are gentle, and I know that I have nothing to fear.
We crave for the same thing - the hunger between us is real.
Your tender mercy seems to penetrate the atmosphere
as your fingers brush over me in their silent appeal.

Between my thighs, up and in between, then around once more,
the black velvet rope is knotted so that I cannot move.
I am on my knees, and I love it - silently implore
for absolute abandonment of will, which you remove.

I could burst into a million pieces and disappear
as your fingers explore every inch, slipping inside.
I do not move, wanting nothing more than this moment - here
in our own secret universe, the twilight starry-eyed.

You kneel behind me, deceptively close, but not enough;
and I beg you to take me, take me right there on my knees.
You spread my ivory cheeks, thrusting forward - hungry, rough.
My body rocks, impaled by you, pierced slowly by degrees.

I am so tender and can feel every inch of you
as you ride your gravity down, deep and deeper inside.
The sweetness and heat, the way my body embraces you.
O! It is heaven, a rapture that cannot be denied.

Your body tenses in the hurricane of orgasm
as your thickened sex fills me copiously with your love.
I fall over the brink of sweet intensity's chasm
as stars fall into the black ink dripping down from above.

The rhythm now relaxing, you carefully untie me;
and I slip into dreamlessness, lying there beside you.
Dreams are just the fantasies of our splendid reality;
and I don't need them anymore because they've all come true.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Such a beautifully imagined scene your deft and knowing words of sweetness have painted onto the canvas of my mind's deepest desire's vulnerability, Linda … this shared moment of tenderness I shall not be able to forget for some time to come, nor will I want to … and, ohhh, the picture*

Thank you warmly for this soft breath of beauty, Lovely Poetess! ⁓ Richard

[karmic]

nice details and i love the words that you used it was captivating.