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
Blindold you with a blouse.
I massage your nakedness
with my hair...my breasts...my fingernails
just the barest of touches
(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 sensousness.
Drive you senseless.
A madness of pleasure.
I ungag you.
Sit on your face.
You babble...speak in tongues.
I wiggle with your wordless words.
I pop some M&M's 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.
Like the M&M's you...
melt in my mouth
not in my hand.
Your scream lost
in my lips
that shiver with your joyful agony.
Christmas is falling
losing itself in the silence of snow.
Only our breath
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