Blindfold

Darkness.

So what do you think?
Am I a gentleman
or a savage?
Will I take you
to the brink
of satisfaction
or absolutely ravish you?
All you can do
is wonder
if I’ll soothe you,
please you,
or tease you
in the darkness.

The caress of my thumb
on your cheek,
my hot hand
squeezing your breast,
the light flick
of my tongue
on one desiring nipple,
my wet devotion
sucking moans
from excited, trembling flesh.

All of it lives
in darkness,
tempting you
to free your eyes
and see
the man mastering you,
but I know
you can’t help staying
lost,
aroused senses
left alone
to accept
the sweet fluctuations
of my breath
on your ear,
whispering,
“Good girl,”
before my lips
coolly kiss you,
skin submitting
to straddling legs,
heartbeat begging
for satisfaction.

Sit still for me,

so the naked tip
of my finger
doesn’t miss
your clitoris.
Yes, perfect,
heat spreading,
spreading,
back arched,
passion parched
for more,
and therefore,
I rub you
slower.

You can’t
have it all
at once,
that would be too easy,
and if breezy
fulfilment
on a silver platter
is what you want, princess,
you came to the wrong man.
Do we have an understanding?
Good. Your wrists
feel the cushion
of my palm
take them
behind you, smooth
rope securing you
to make sure
we don’t
get greedy,
darling.

Now where were we?
Oh, yes.

Darkness.