Eyes lock, hands tremble
Showing the nervousness of us both
About what may soon happen
What may never happen
What we want to happen
Two words
Soft spoken
Barely audible
Clearly heard
“Come. Here.”
The single command
hurriedly obeyed by one
Eager to be pleasing,
To be pleased
To be rewarded.
“Take your place.”
On the floor
Kneeling, looking up
Patiently impatient
A silent unchallenging demand
A gentle hand caresses
A bare shoulder shivers
Sensations running rampant
Causing tingles in untouched places
And visions to be birthed
Dominance and submission
Love and lust
Angel and Daemon
Dark and Light
Me and you.
