22 Nov 2015

Rope




It slips and slides
Against my skin
As Your hands fumble
Knots the rope
The music upbeat
We talk and laugh
The music changes
Tantric
You continue
My breasts, my back
Every move sensual
Alluring
Immobilizing
Your vision
The rope like a corset
Around my body
I slowly float off
In my own world
But still aware
Of the rope
And Your hands
Now and then
Gently caressing
In between knots
Until I am immobile
Vulnerable and strong
You leave me
The pain starts
The rope feels rough
Raspy against my skin
You decide
To untie slowly
Caressing
Me with the rope
As it slips and slides
Against my skin
Patterns
Rope
Scattered
What had been
Ending
In Your arms

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