BLINDFOLD.

 

Hips

Locked and loaded.

Lips,

Ruby red, and swollen

In anticipation

Imagination overload

Blindfolded, at the crossroads

Of desire.

Passion’s fire burning

Twisting, turning

Sensory deception

Sensual perception

Taste, feel

Smell

It’s real

But you mustn’t see

You must simply be

As your body shakes

Your muscles aching

Anticipating release

Arching your back

In the blackness

Of ecstasy

Breathless and tense

Nothing makes sense

Silken ties tighten

As you fight inhibition

And scream

“YES!!! ... YES!!! ... YES!!!”

Harder faster

Mistress, master

Androgynous

Erogenous

Gleaming with sweat

Satisfied and yet

You want more

Not more of the same

But a more gentle game

Of stroke and caress

A way to express

Your feelings

Peeling away the layers of lust

No longer cuffed

Free to enfold

Free to mould

Into one.

And kiss

Goodnight.

 

© By: - Pete Slater.    2014,