Out of Sight II "The Pleasure Principle"

He is taking his time
in the conquest of my mind
turning my body against me
in manner he has defined.
Ohhh if this devilish game was sweet,
it is about to get sweeter still,
because the huntress has become,
for now, prey to his skill.
Enveloped in darkness;
touch, taste and smell,
only these sensations  
cast the magic of his spell.  

The tables have turned
in this little game of mine,
it has become a challenge
of matter over each others mind,
pressed against the wall
he attacks my tender neck
knowing it’s my softspot
he enjoys driving me insane,
thrilling when my body quakes.

He is seeking to take
this pleasure principle
to a highest level yet,
while trying not to expose
his own weakness to me
in our pleasure game.
He is an artist, like pianist
playing smoothly my ivory keys
he hits every note expertly.
I have no choice but to let him play,
enjoying the sensations
he is sending my way.

With his forearm he pins
my shoulders to wall
so that with free hand
he can gingerly explore,
caressing from under my arm
down the curve of my waist
till he reaches my thigh
my body is electrified
with every slow stroke,
he leaves my skin
smoldering in their wake.

Slowly he comes back up
along my backside’s curve;
mmm… he groans, I whimper
to him I am the meal
and he is ready to be served.
With his own legs
he forces mine apart
so he can continue
his unchaste exploration
of my most intimate
feminine parts.

He controls the pace
of this delectable torture,
captured in his embrace
this tease, for him, is the allure.
I know if I do not escape
his masculine entrapment
I am done, for sure,
So I bide my time and wait
to turn things back in my favor.
Time… there is no hurry
the game is afoot,
savoring it is part of the glamour.

Gypsy Red