The games we play

The games we play are both dark and erotic,
One of masterful control,
You fasten my hands to the ceiling,
Knowing I could not move.
You cover my eyes with your silken tie,
And my world is pitched into darkness.
I turn my head, to seek you out,
But of course, I see nothing.
I shiver knowing your in the room,
I swallow a moan as I feel your presence.
I arch my back as you breath upon my neck,
I cry out when you back away.
I know you’re amused and aroused,
You are the hunter and I the prey.
Now you have me and I shiver in anticipation.
I know not what you’ll do to me,
And yet I respond but to you and only you.
Stripping me of all my clothes
I hear you toss them across the room
Of them you are uninterested, and you have all my attention
The game has just begun but I am near my limit.
Out of the silence a chuckle is heard
As you watch me in my torment.
My body is a mass of nerves, and I have a need down to my core
You finally give me mercy, giving all in which you’ve got
You play my body like a musician, not missing a single beat
I hear your cry of pleasure, with my cry of loving defeat.
In the morning light we’ll part, no one knowing any wiser.
Until we meet again tomorrow night.