I see him sitting there his hand gently brushing my shoulder
He leans him the warmth of his whispered question
Sending desire rushing thru my mind and body

I hold out my hand desire for his very touch making my hand shake
His soft deep laugh sending passion burning out of control
My hearts beats in time to the very dance we will share

As the feel of silk touches my face as he coveres my eyes
My breath begins to quicken, my pulse begins to rase
How far will he take me, will I come apart with the touch of his lips

The sent of leather and I come of the bed as he ties my writs above me
Then the bed shifts he is gone, desire and desperation run through my body
will he return I can not control the fear and the need of his touch

I am helpless to do nothing, but feel, as desire burns out of my control

Tamara 2008