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Poetry I know that look all too well.
That playful, deviant look
that masks the need...
growing within him.
He needs me...
to fullfil his desire to dominate
and be in control.
I am helpless.
at his mercy.
Completely.
Trusting.
His love for me allows
this side of him to emerge...
My love for him encourages
his sadistic nature to reveal itself.
He enjoys my submission.
He is fulfilled by my willingness to trust him.
To serve him.
To give him complete control.
There is nothing quite like
The passion that arises...
from being so deeply connected
and the mutual sharing of oneself without inhibition.
I am blindfolded... I cannot see...
senses deprived,
Can not reach out and touch.
Yet... with the slightest breeze,
I feel so much.
Intimacy grows
as he binds me...
First one hand
and then the other.
behind my back
this time.
I'm wet with anticipation
His voice melts my fears
As he dictates to me
All that he sees and feels
I love being so adored
and the pleasure he receives
From having the ability
to do whatever he may please
I feel him moving closer.
Wonder what he has in store.
I feel the warmth of his body near.
My heart races... pleasant fear.
Warm strong hands upon my shoulders.
He's standing behind me.
Close.
One hand glides gently... up my neck
as his fingers slide effortlessly
into my silky hair.
A fistful,
He grabs firmly
yanking my head back.
Face close to mine
He orders me to remain still,
any sqirming or movement will illicit
punishment.
The psychological bondage has begun.
This is a challenge for me
He knows it,
I imagine he is smiling...
An exercise of body and mind.
I must maintain control
or face his wrath... ;)
His lips softly brush against my neck
as he slowly releases his grasp
and moves away.
I long for him to remain near.
I want to feel his warmth.
I sit,
motionless...
awaiting his next command.
