The Perfect Night

Our bodies touch,
Our lips lock,
His hands run,
sending chills down my arms,
my legs,
my back.

My mind goes crazy,
all the fantasies,
which to choose.

I hear a click,
the softness of furr,
one on each wrist,
then two more,
one on each leg.

The music plays,
the candles burn,
my breaths quicken,
my body clenchs,
soon relaxing.

My eyes role back,
my hands itch to touch,
his wet skin,
his matted hair.

My toes curl,
the hairs on the back of my neck arise,
sweat drips slow,
then quickens.
It feels magical.

His tounge,
soft and quick,
knows,
some how,
those perfect spots,
to send me mad.

The cuffs are released,
my body lays limp,
the energy drained.

I seen to find the energy,
just enough,
i reach over,
my head upon his chest,
my eyes close.

I wake,
in a sheet of sweat,
energy still escaping me.