The Surrender

Alright, we'll do what you want.
You take my hands and bind my wrists
Raising them above my head
And, tying God knows what type of knot,
You somehow fasten them to the brass railing
That reaches across the top of our bed.

So here I am stripped naked in our bedroom
Mid-afternoon on a rare Saturday off
Tied up, tied down
You've got that devil look in your eye
The one that makes me nervous
And I'm praying that nobody gets hurt

You straddle me, pinning me down
And trace your tongue along the route of my tattoos
An unintended road map to pleasure
Nibble my nipple with a gentle bite
Enough to harden them into concrete
Not quite enough to draw blood

You spin around and we hit the number after 68
A sexual ying-yang of universal proportions
We lose ourselves in a feeding frenzy
Drowning in the sacred fluids of love and lust
Licking, kissing, sucking, grinding
Insatiable sex-starved appetites craving nourishment

In the blink of an eye you've spun again
Sliding my length inside of you, slow and deep
Hands on my chest, eyes closed and leaning forward
You ride me like a one-woman rodeo
I flex my biceps trying to break these bonds
And amidst your moans you laugh at your control

I'm losing my mind, and you're losing your rhythm
Sensual seizures of orgasmic bliss rock your body
And as I feel my own moment approaching
I scream, flex and finally snap your knot,
I grip your sides and pull you down
Cuddling you into my chest

It's amazing what we just achieved,
But this might kill us one day girl.