A la carte

a menu of enchantment
chair bound, blind folded
I stand over her
shadow casting a phantom
she can sense, but not feel

her body bare before me,
tingling, quivering, I select
my delicacy. the only sound
her panting breath
I leave her suspended

the rattle of ice cubes
she starts, as it drips
coldness, blindness mingle
a keening cry at the icy drop
on her fragile exposure

a shiver as it trickles
from nipple, down
the hill and lost in
the cleft where breast
attaches to body

twisting the knife of
anticipation, I drag her
chair backwards
startled cry garners no attention


gently tug her hair back
tilting it over the chair
a mouthful of
ice-cold lemonade
trickle it from my lips to hers
passionately kiss

rise and fall of chest
sweat smells of spices
tongue tastes of lemon
flesh, texture of polished marble
her panting gasps
a smorgasbord of senses

we both
long for her release
but not from the bindings