I Take Your Breath Away

(Written for one who says my poetry leaves her breathless)            
           
           
Funny how this desperate, wicked affair begins so innocently            
You and I, coworkers over dinner talking about that novel that makes everyone else fifty shades of blushing              
           
“I can tell you don’t like the book” you say so confident and self-assured, your own disdain so apparent            
My response is one of curious surprise that you could so read what I thought I had so well disguised            
           
It's then that I look in your eyes and see it            
That glimmer of a lonely, desolate soul mate who thirsts as I so thirst but is forced to drink alone    
           
“You should let me show you how it’s done” my retort            
A playful finger tracing your lip is your teasing answer followed by "Leave me breathless"            
           
This is our first chance to play, a conference in Vegas            
Where by providence our spouses couldn’t attend            
           
After some champagne to set the mood and loosen us, we begin            
I direct you to strip for me like a Sin City whore, gliding over me and swelling me with desire            
           
Once you are naked, I tie you tightly, wrists and elbows forced together behind you, strenuous            
Thrusting your breasts out, begging for my cruelest attention, nipples already showing their budding approval of my ligaturial foreplay            
           
With the remainder of my cord, you are frogged            
My captive angel now sits heavenly on the carpeted floor, beneath me, at the right foot of God, where she belongs            
           
Pulling your long hair back, I tie it in a lazy pony tail            
Giving me full access to your slender, sexy nape            
           
At first my grip is gentle, massaging your tired neck muscles            
But then I tighten, fully grasping your throat from behind            
           
To my amazement there is no gasping, no loud choking            
Just the feel of you leaning back against me for support, reassurance as your body becomes bathed in glistening sweat            
           
Sensing you teetering on the brink of blackness, I stop knowing that timing is truly everything            
Your lungs greedily suck in the air as tears stream down your face, further ruining your mascara            
           
You get off on the affixation, oxygen deprivation and replenishment, a flood of stars, tingles, and endorphins            
I am intoxicated by controlling each breath you take, taking you literally to the brink of death before I rescue you and fiendishly repeat  
 
We do this off and on again for a little while as the rest of the world vanishes            
The only breaks are for you to catch your breath and me to savor my brut, stare out gloatingly at the neon skyline            
           
You start to speak, ruin the mood            
My warm hand clamps over your defiant lips as I whisper            
"Beauty should only be seen"            
           
Then I pinch off your nostrils as we resume            
My free hand playfully caressing and tweeking your nipples            
           
Sensing you have had enough and feeling rather selfish            
I unclamp your mouth so the cool air can spill in      
          
With a forceful shove I drive you to the floor            
Taking in your naked, bound, heaving helplessness  
          
Then I storm the silken gates of your bedewed lust, tight and sheathing
Taking you hard, unprotected since tonight there is no safe sex, only danger