unforgivable

she is deeply sorry.

In loving memory of Faithfulness

We are not sure yet

but Apology is better that pouring alcohol

to Wound.

Normal day, as an usual day

but at the second clock I noticed

something was off

Didn't dare to ask because I'm afraid

Afraid of Anger

At the middle of the second clock

the air was chilly, relaxing

Hand on the desk

But, Oh! What a fancy Hand,

Something to please this kink

to please this Fetish 

That was not my goal though

Playful and silly, our Hands

battling for dominance

One on top of the Other

Playful and silly

That was when the whole thing

slowed down

Softly and Slowly

Tender, like Lover Hands

The Worst, my Hand was enjoying it

Soon, it wasn't about dominance

It was about Softness

Slowly, His caressing Mine

Fingers touching my Bare skin

I drowned in my Fetish

because it was Soft

because it was Impossible

but Our Hands, reaching the Climax

They Separated, not looking at the Other's eyes.