Ghostly Experiences

Open window, dead of night
Sightless because of the blindfold you tied
Sitting cross legged in the middle of my bed
My hair in soft ringlets cascading down my shoulders
Shivering through my white sheer sundress
Aware of every sound and very aware of you
I can smell you, the sent spiced and musky
I can smell myself
Flowery perfume barely masking my own natural sent
I feel and hear you sit down on the bed in front of me
Your lips lightly press against my trembling lips
The deeper the kiss the more I can taste myself on your lips
Your tongue parts my lips and slides inside my mouth
Tongues dancing, hearts racing
Your body's is like a furnace, igniting my lust
Your fingers dancing over my skin, slipping down the straps of my dress
I've been taken to a higher level by our mutual lust
Softly you begin pushing me back on the bed
No words are spoken, they're hardly needed
While you lift my hands above my head
I realize this is where new languages are made
Made only for the soft spoken desire
The words, the language caress my inner moistened parts
Gently i feel you tie my hands with silk ropes attached to the bed post's
The torture is not in being confined
Its in not being able to touch you
Not being able to see my own pleasure and passion being reflected in your eyes
Rough callused hands gently run up my thighs
My dress rides up showing my white lace panties
Fingers hook the elastic band and my hips rise allowing my panties to be removed
My pleasure is in your hands literally
Skillful fingers and a talented tongue bring me to the edge and send me over
Again and again until my circuits over load
Slowly you untie my hands and grant me sight
My pale skin, pinkened and flushed
You stare into my eyes and then kiss my full reddened lips
This time I can really taste myself in this kiss
My sweet slightly salty juices coat my tongue and yours caress's it
I fall a sleep facing you
Forehead touching forehead
Only to wake up alone in my bed
With your ghostly touch lingering.