Impressions of His Hands

Impressions of His Hands

The hypnotic timbre of His voice spun a web of intrigue around my mind
Like a Pied Piper calling all of the reticence out from the shadows lurking there Dispersing my reluctance like the wind giving flight to the dandelion clusters
Under His patient auspices, slowly, my true self began to emerge from the mist…

The strength of His logic beckoned for me to relinquish hold of old notions
Empowering me to abdicate the illegitimate reign that voices from the past still held
Warmth radiated from the transparent sincerity of His well-formed directives
Guiding me forward to face specters created to enforce someone else’s design…

Stripped of the unnecessary burden of external standards of propriety
Freed from the shackles of the frivolous dictates of lives foreign to my own
My eyes began to explore the radiant heat of the human tapestry set before me
The hunger woven within the fibers was naked, freshly exposed and raw to the touch…

White heat suddenly cascaded down the creamy flesh of my inner thighs
Along a path forged by the firm and deliberate guidance of His hands
The agony of my plight was intensified by the insistent cadence of His commands
Stripping my resistance of the last ounce of its hoarded reserves…

My response was no longer logical, reacting to the urges of my primitive brain
Responding with the same instinctual dance that had spawned humanity itself
There were no words…only smells and sounds and the sight of Him
Towering over my form, engraving His will into my exposed flesh…

The delicious feel of His hands caressing the firm, full roundness of my silken cheeks
The unexpected sight of the intensity of His desire sent my heartbeat into overdrive
The erotic sounds made by the collision of our entwined flesh, steel grazing fluid silk,
Caused my eyes to glaze over as His possession granted my ultimate release.

petiteredhead, le 15 mai 2007