Desire's Fear

You’re naked on the bed
Hands and feet spread eagle
Tied
to the corners
Shaking
A leaf in wind
Emotionally confused,
Is it fear,
making you tremble,
or
lust?

When he
traces soft lines across your skin with
his fingers
and
trailing tongue
and
cock,
will they tingle
or
burn?

Will you realize
Fear
and
Desire
wet you just the same?

When
he caresses you
unmoved by your desperate thrashing
Your curves
and
private places
Calmly
like he owns them

When
he makes you
cum for him
using fingers slick with your own unwilling invitation

When
his tongue slides
from your gasping mouth
to
your neck
to trail possessively
down the
writhing
length
of you
to slip inside your
wet
to make you
convulse in rapture again
and

When
you forget
how good girls act,
skewered
on his cock
and scream to be fucked harder
Bucking and pushing onto him
with
every
UH
fucking
UH
thrust

Will then
you realize?
The fear
was of your own tethered lust
if ever it got
loose
and, now,
Released,
will you hear the
loveliness in your screams
and finally
feed
your divine insatiability?