tenderest...torture.

How you taunt me...
Light touch,
the flick of your tongue...
the sting of your teeth.
you murmur my name, as you take
the silk ribbons
and bind me.
Red..red...
like blood.
red...red..
like my lips.
candied and glossy they make a scarlet path
down your pale skin.
God look at you...
six feet...and then some.
muscle and bone bind together to create
someone exquisite.
Dark hair, and flashing blue fire in your eyes...
sharp white teeth,
sturdy, capable hands.
all of you,
every inch,
contained under my tiny frame.
A slender waist tucked neatly
into a five foot two inch frame,
barely breaking 103 pounds...such a tiny, insignificant thing I am...
and yet...
you are mine.
I sit triumphantly on top of you, my pale tiny hands invoking cries of pure need from you.
my slender jaw works its way down your leg, little teeth leaving tiny droplets of blood.
I am claiming you,
stating your rights as I kiss you in places no one will ever touch but you and I.
You are mine, and you know it.
Your hands work solely for me,
stroking and touching
tender skin,
making me tremble.
your lips move over mine, playing games as you touch and dance away...
we found each other young.
thus we were granted the time to mold and create the other,
making us far more perfect than imaginable.
you and I are fire and ice.
know this, forever and always,
you are mine, and I am yours.