jinx

Even now,
sitting here,
something inside cries out to be bent to someone else's will,
to be tied fight, held fast.. .
no control,
no way out.
I can feel him hovering over me,
teasing every inch of skin,
until everything but his touch fades away.
My imagination runs wild as he finds each tender, hidden place,
exploiting them to the extremes.
I see his smile as he keeps me close to the edge right to the borderline,
teetering,
not letting me go.
I hear his voice, softly coaxing me into oblivion,
such delightful Mastery of those fine lines between Heaven and Hell.
Pain and Pleasure.
Pushing the limits,
seeing how far he can go. .
And every detail plays through my mind.
I close my eyes and he's here. . .
first tying my hands,
then my ankles,
leaving me prone,
completely open,
looking down at me with such a loving air of cruelty.
The edge of fear is essential.
It adds to the anticipation,
brings those fine lines one level closer.
I can see the look in his eyes as i try so hard to squirm,
so much wanting release from the bonds,
physical and mental,
but craving every moment of the exquisite torture,
almost needding the powerless.
Imagination runs rampant as he uses me to his own pleasure,
driving himself home,
each move brining him closer to his release,
leaving me deeper and deeper in chaos.
And then,
only when each feature light caress sends me into the flames,
each nerve burning with sensation,
blind and deaf to all but him,
the desire to please him at any and every cost. . . . .
Only then he would take me into himself,
showing me the way,
shattering those fine lines,
shattering everything in his path,
bringing me up and over the edge,
reality blurred,
leaving him the only beacon,
every cell finely tuned to him,
forged to his will by passion.
And I feel myself untied,
taken up into now gentle arms,
cradled in such a tender embrace,
       and we sleep. . . . . .
JINX2000

                                                                                                   ~*~This is just
                                                                                                               a little reminder. . . .
                                                                                                                stealing the work of another
                                                                                                            sister will end in a branding
                                                                                                            and possibly death. ~*~