Arching your back
As the ropes hold you still
Here, no outcome
Other than the quiet joy
Of exploration
The rumbling swish of
A drawer being opened
As you ask me what
I have planned.
You hear the hum
Before you feel it
Tracing careful paths
Along your skin
Your bones spread rumours
That make you foam with anticipation
Surgical without ever breaking the skin
At your breasts,
The dull sting and delicious urgent pressure
Prepared and poised
As the hum feels louder
Setting sparks like stars being born
Champagne cork pops in your thoughts
My mouth at your ear
Whispering instructions
Testing and stretching you
Until you convulse in
A shower of
Ecstacy.
Lifting to show you
Where your come
Has rolled down
The length
Of the warm machine
Inside you
MB Blissett 
Surgical without ever breaking the skin, I love the image that evokes
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There’s an element of ritual to some sexual experiences. Getting into that liminal space where you’re not anxious and simply responding to stimulus takes a degree of observation and technique. I like that care and attention, it’s akin to worship which sex can be.
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