Arms above
Your Head
Rope
Coiled around
Your wrists
An ocean
In your eyes
The damp gleam
Where your thighs
Clenching together
From an excitement
As unbidden
Your heartbeat
Sent into calm blue thoughts
Safe and warm
Free to speak
In the language of want
Without hesitation
Telling me
What you want
How the bites
Are kisses and the sting of impact
Is like birdsong
After
Silence
MB Blissett 
Time to lock the door and get out the vibrator. Birdsong indeed.
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As reviews go I accept it with grace and gratitude. Thank you
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That ^^!
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I aim to please
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The sweetness in your words makes the heat that much more palpable, Matt. Just Beautiful.
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I am trying to capture the juxtaposition of different images, painting with words essentially. Thank you for your kind comments
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