A Muttered Revelation

I shan’t hurt you.
My hands shall be as wax on your back,
Warm, soothing, fluid and supple.
I shan’t insult you.
Only the sweetest of whispers,
The most loving words
Shall pass my lips.

It is what you deserve.

I shall be as an angel.
Full of light and warmth,
Kisses as if guided by the heavens.
Yes,
Only the most passionate, the most Holy
Shall I bestow upon you.

It is what you desire.

I shall open myself to you.
My thighs shall part,
And you can pluck the fruits,
Reap the bounty from my loins.
Only the barest of touches,
The most tender caresses
Can undo my self-imposed bondage.

You have unraveled the restraints.

I want you to be a deceiver.
Show me that side of you,
Dark, sinister and depraved.
Reveal your darkest tricks
And make me fall.