In darkness I lay, peaceful
My eyes, restraint from the light,
Wrists and ankles restraint by cuffs.
Naked, spread eagle, alone.
No hands touch me, yet,
Soft caresses wash over me.
No sounds to be heard, yet,
Her commands are clearly expressed.
No wind stirs the air, yet,
Her breath teases my neck, throat.
My mind is its own tormentor
For I know Her touch, Her desire
Her wispy soft breathe.
No release to be found, none.
My body now tense,
Tortured by my mind and its memories of Her
Waits.
Please tell me what you think
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Roses are red,
the clock will never chime.
It has been captured,
a single moment, frozen in time...
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