Suspend me

She is near to naked

Pieces of black lace cling to her breasts and lie awaiting between her legs

With closed eyes she listens for the sound of his smooth fingers work

Their breath synchronizes

Arms are bend behind her back as she stands proud and straight in the limelight

Eyes are intent on her gallant form, the air full of moving desires

He works with secure calm as the ropes tighten around her body, kiss her as he pulls them just enough to chafe her skin with tender sweet burns

She is up flying his hands direct like a pilot - she is his plane his little bird

Head-down both legs spread at various angles physics cease to exist in their world

There is only his touch only the bites to be craved by the steady movement

Sometimes he steps back to admire and slap where he knows it pleases them both, elicits gasps from the mesmerized crowd

Time is of no bearing
Circles, pirouettes, moans, a practice of art

She stretches her muscles and dances in ecstasy through her gravity free space

They watch as he pulls a blanket on her still tied up form resting on the ground

The melody slows - they are back to earth

For tonight saturated silence falls.