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I lay under your watchful eye,  blankets tangled with the soft fabric of bare flesh. Alabaster light seeping in,  reflecting a breath of innocence. The chill of the open door raising supple breasts to a pique.  It is as though I can feel you with me,  the dark shadow. Lurking, watching as my breath falls into silent air. The pull at the corner of your lips darkly promising. No I can feel,  the warm breath of a predator on my neck.  The chill down my spine as I arch against my will.  Be my darkness, my secret.  I will show you the way I play. This game,  keeping my eyes closed,  my senses on high. Take from me with your eyes. 

Slowly unwrapping myself and each gracious curve into the whitewashed light of this night. Parting thighs as I let myself be your focus, my hands yours. I know your desire for you Master have no need to ask.  Gracious fingers that slide from neck to navel, teasing what lays between. Pale pink lines from excited nails as my eyelids flutter, searching for you. Pleading silently to explore further. Let me feel the excitement between, the damp kiss on my fingertips as I circle ecstacy. The music of my gasping whimpers off the walls. I want to feel my world shatter under your sight. The primal wave of heat through the naked chill,  let me come for you.