With the touch of your hands I come undone.
The heat of your breath caresses my skin.
A moan escapes with the brush of your lips.
The scrape of your teeth makes my nipples tighten and my back arches violently.
My lips part with the sound of a groan.
What sweet torture is this?
I begin to tremble with need.
My hips jerk with each brush of your thumb on my clit, I'm losing control…
My fingers sink into your thigh.
My head falls back, my teeth clench.
I cling to my last shred of control.
I press wildly against your hand, if I don't have you inside me soon I know I will die.
My cries are torn from my chest.
I see you waiting, pushing, relentless.
"Please!" You have stolen it from me.
With tears I surrender my voice; it is my last bastion, my strength, my pride.
"Please, please, take me now!" I cry.
My tears and my moans you choose to ignore.
My shaking and trembling goes unnoticed.
It is my voice that makes you plunge deep inside me, knowing I surrender all.
You are the Master of my body.
At your touch I come undone.