Foreplay

Cuffed,
held immobile by your
smile of power,
I ache.
for freedom
from this need.

I crave
the pushpull
of skin mating,
my body begging to
hold, claim, possess
a piece of you,
deep
inside me.

I want raw sex.

I want completion.

I want animal lust fulfilled.

But I know
seeing the wicked
mischief in your eye,
that you will taunt me
with the soft flicker of fingers,
the sharp bite of teeth,
the quick flash of whip.
You will push me
past the bounds of desire
and into need.

And still,
even as I
plead, cry, pray-
I know
that you will deny me.
For you,
my whispered pleading
is little more than foreplay.