A Bed of Lillies

When bent over a bed. the central plot
Often eludes me, though I turn my head
To reduce discomfort, when you have caught
My hands behind my back, cuffed, as you said
You would do; I can't shrink and I can't flee,
But feel pressure until hands loose my arms;
I hear your breath for an eternity:
This gentle sound is one that always calms,
During the second's silence; motionless
I watch the shadows of the world outside;
And sense that nervous flutter: your caress
Of inner thighs, pressing them to divide
And part in pleasing ways, like trembling lips
Which open to accept how your cock fits...