Through The Looking Glass

Dreaming, her image reveals in the mirror
Oblivious to his watchful eye
Moonlight embracing her naked form
In Silken sheets entwined
Restraining, they bind
Her for his pleasure,
Always at his leisure

Auburn hair spilt on ivory pillow
Floating in a sudden breeze
As he breathes, gently on the glass
Still sleeping, she sighs
Caught in her own ties
Smile emerging
Her body gently stirring

Slowly tracing his fingers across the glass
He caresses her exposed flesh
Smiling afresh, as she responds to his touch
With that little moan
For him alone
As her body tenses
Exciting his senses

His touch growing ever more insistent
The cold surface resisting him, as she is unable
Her breathing unstable, as she opens to him
Wanting and yearning
Her desire burning
Needing him near
The invitation clear

Liquefying, the mirror surface ripples
As he accepts her invitation
But ever patient, he slows, teasing
Delighting in her need
Thrilling to hear her plead
Never needing to insist
Knowing she can’t resist

Denying the release she begs and cries for
Her frustration and pain, delighting him
Exciting him, until he concedes
Held by the ties
Aloud she cries
Ecstasy breaking
Her body shaking

He watches her awaken in the mirror
Oblivious to his watchful eye
Sunlight warming her naked form
Looking puzzled
Her thoughts muddled
He looks on, knowing
Ready for tonight’s showing