Pleasure's Abode

This was for the 'Shh It's A Secret' Competition

He knows what it is, my guilty need,
That thing that will send me to that secret pleasure’s abode.
His hands are so strong, his grip is always firm,
He waits until that point to turn firm to a severe hold.
The tension builds up, the pressure fills my head,
Each breath is now more difficult, but well deserved.
My hands on his as he locks his grasp,
My nails dig into his skin to keep this power preserved.
He knows the feeling that’s coming, he’s seen it before,
More intense than any other I’ve known.
That thick flow travels slower, the impact is as strong as his hands,
I get weak; his work is now being shown.
He can see it’s time to slightly release his grip,
I get air back, I smile……………….