Restraint

She supply stood , arch'd back against the wall
with challenge and defiance and hard longing in her eyes,
and hair all darkly storming down her face, her neck,
a swirling stream all silking invitation,
one shoulder bare and glistening, a beacon to his gaze.

Her breath caught up inside a gasp, a sigh surprised,
to find him suddenly so near, to see him
half in shadow half in light,
adopting feral stance, himself amazed at how
the sight and scent of her had loosed his mind
had made him swallow hard
to batter down, to stand against
the hungry rough desire that bayed inside him now..

Her eyes meet his, in calling course of coursing flame.

He moves – a subtle step and then another haunted one
purposed set beyond his will
to bring himself to her, her face to his.

Another then,
then he, so close, so lost,
some darkling desperate flinging arc of red desire
berefting him of sense remorselessly enjoins
the headlong helpless press against her flesh,
and calls from her the eager thrusting rise of hips
that answer back in yearning,
and then his tremoured mouth againts her neck,
and then against her softling ear

She keens a stifled cry. .

His hands insistent in their downward hastening exploration
of her arms come then upon her wrists.
He turns his palms to gain a firmer hold of her
and stave off any protest she might make
against the craving lacings that his fingers make with hers,
and then he wings her hands with new found sudden strength
above her head, and holds them there,
and pauses now to catch his breath, to make hers rush at him,
and then to drink it in:
that vision of her open mouth, her pulsing throat.
and then he looks again,
to see the growing glowing widening wonder in her eyes
and finds this time in them
their flashing spark of cold defiance gone
and heated wet surrender in its place.