The way her stares with a soft hungry gaze Wise stormy eyes set the soul ablaze His scent fills the air, musk, oud and warmth, Breathing you in like the crisp air at dawn. Skin touches skin, so gentle, so light Appraising his work as he pulls the rope tight. A whimper escapes, he groans at your voice A low, wild rumble, he now has no choice. Once calm, now feral, his composure has snapped. The world around - silent, and you're truly trapped. Slowly he kneels and with a wicked grin His tongue maps your body, tasting your skin. He can't stop himself, quickly losing his mind, You're losing yours and your hips start to grind. He holds you down firmly, strong hands, no escape, Closer to the edge, just accept your fate. Your legs start to tremble and you feel him smirk, You cannot hold back as you twitch and you jerk. Calmly he stands appraising the sight. Your beautiful glow, shines brighter than bright. The belt is unbuckled. As that's just the start. Time to surrender. Mind, soul and heart. - Wren Foxx