The Arousal

 
Intrigued by what you stand for
Un-Emphasized
Simply what you are, it’s heard
The words spread across my flesh
Beneath the dust of nights ballet
Imaginary visuals sprinkle through me
Intense fingers dance
Beneath the cover of blanket awaits
Touching lightly, the rhythm of the music in my mind
Swimming fingers deftly drift downwards
Spiralling
Playing the keys of flesh
Strumming tips across the silken terrain
Soft whimpers entwining with the delicate movements
Lightly whispering a kiss upon the flesh
Eyes shut, heart-pounding
Feverish beats captivating the movements
Passions flooding between quivering thighs
A rash of breaths drawn
Inhaled
Sucked between parting lips
Vibrant eyes rolling back beneath the flutter of lashes
Inky veils hiding the expression
The tips of fingers dance lower
Velvet caress touching, teasing
Lower
Pushing, pressing lower
Gasps
Sounds of muffled arousal threatening to escape
No, you can not hear, not yet
The sweet agonizing cries of what awaits
Tears meant for One
The only one will ever hear those gentle cascading sounds
Mesmerizing touches, light kisses
Brutal bites
Shoulders arch, fingers press between the silken slit
Wet with need, overpowered
Taken, drawn deep into the folds
Breath quickening with each flick across the hood
Soft whimpers bit back, held in her mouth
Longing, yearning to expose all that she is
Exposure her crime
As the simplest of movements bring her to the edge
Explored, impaled
The need climbing
Thighs shaking
The moment, such sweet fiery moment
Her body gives way
The gate opens, wash of lava spills from the floods
Ah that scent of arousal a sensual smell upon the air
Sex...arousal ....need.....that of a slave