Rope Telepathy

I remember the first touch, tickling  
my inmost desire, coursing through my veins, how  
you held me in cool fluorescence,
inspecting my essence, awakening my senses.
 
How you stretched me, testing my limits
 
The surface of your finger-tips  awakening a taste for flesh,
to caress/slash/fill this agreed upon need, tightened  
into tightening, lightening in delight, a night meant for enlightenment,
lying underneath lidded eyes, exploring that of which they are comprised  
 
Enshrouded in clouds, a blindfold of silk  
 
Where my waker will explore the configuration of the ilk:
Folds of silk, unfolding, from every crevice-becoming a precipice.
Precipice enfolding into folds of a dark lotus, where darkness  
meets darkness, engaging in a story of a BDSM laboratory.
 
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C/B
BD
SM
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