Tie you to the bed with your own clothes.
Your left hand is held tight by your tie
the right by your trouser belt.
Your left foot is bound by your shirt
your right by your twisted trouser leg
I never lay a hand on you.
I gag you with my panties
...moist...warm.
Blindfold you with a blouse.
I massage your nakedness
with my hair...my breasts...my fingernails
just the barest of touches
a hardly there-ness
(so hard to bear this pleasure)
you grit your teeth...half smile...half grimace.
I make you squirm.
You are my creation.
I torture you with sensuousness.
Drive you senseless.
A madness of pleasure.
I un - gag you.
Sit on your face.
You babble...speak in tongues.
I wiggle with your wordless words.
I pop some M&M's & Malteasers into my mouth
...my favourite sweeties.
Reach forward...take you...in my mouth.
The warm softness of the chocolate...the throbbing hardness of you.
Such a delicious combination.
Mmmmmmmmmm... like the Malteasers you...
melt in my mouth
(not in my hand) .
Your scream lost
in my lips
that shiver with your joyful agony.
Outside
Christmas is falling
losing itself in the silence of snow.
Only our breath
slow now...falling
into sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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