Trust

 My body in turmoil
Lying on my bed quivering with desire
My lustful thoughts doth inspire
I lay still my loins aching,
I am here for the taking

Something is making me wait
Should I trust this mate
Should I trust?  I think not
Tied, blindfolded, in a knot

something urges me to carry on
A little fear, no, hurt me he would not
what he will do to me?
Enticing, what is to be?

I cannot move I am on the ground
With rope, I am bound
blindfolded, no sight
wetting my appetite
Not a word no sound,
silence as I lay on the ground
I feel his presence next to me
The warm breath of he.
I listen as I feel his tongue touch my skin
Shivering, shaking from within
Do I trust, we shall see
Im sure he wont hurt me

kissing my lips passionately
I want to embrace he  
But I am tied and bound
Unable to see or make a sound
He teases me with his spear
Wondering but not fear
He teases me because I don’t know
Just give in go with the flow

I feel his touch, I hear him sigh
I smell his scent as we reach our high
We mingle like coffee and cream
Until I swirl and start to scream
But I cannot move, I am held tight
I am exploding, taking flight.

No hurt, no pain,
I want to do this again
I trust him implicitly
He would never hurt me
I just needed to take the chance
All part of the lustful romance.