My Master's Kiss
His kisses make me feel entirely possessed,
thumb and forefinger cupping my jaw,
taking, sucking at the very core of me.
They blow at the embers of my belly,
fanning them quickly to wanton need.
all I want to do is wrap myself about him,
but his leg presses between mine as he forces
me hard against the floor. His lips may start
gentle,
with the slow movement of his tongue that sets me
trembling.
Kisses that turn to hard power of possession,
demanding in their urgency, setting flames of
my passion and need to an over powering level.
drowning in the feelings, I barely hear his command,
"Hands above your head,"
which I immediately obey.
I whimper, feeling the familiar aching flush of heat
and wetness in my sex
as in complying, I feel the welcome wash of
helplessness.
I can't help but arch my breasts towards his hand,
moaning and rocking towards his touch.
The touch that seems to stab directly from
my breasts and nipples to stir my need ever higher.
"Don't move," he warns, and I want to please, want
to obey.
But with the increase pressure of his fingers,
my nipples pulse and desire
roots itself deep in my belly,
and I cannot help it.
I cannot help but wriggle against him,
can't help but squirm to press closer towards him.
Lost in feelings, found in time,
owned in every fiber of my being.
tasseau{Martillo}
Master's little scribbler
Copyright © July 31st, 2002
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