Entwined were her and I
A lazy Sunday afternoon
Her head on my chest, my arm around her
We were neither fork nor spoon

Her leg atop me using mine
To gently press against her
She heard my heart beat, as I stroked her hair
Other than that, not a stir

The shades were drawn
Views of mountains before dark
Without a word uttered, neither prompted or planned
It was just there; that mutual spark

She tilted upwards t’ords me
Her eyes rolled up in her head
With a hunger I’d seen before, my eyes turned to her lips
Where “please Sir” I read

It took only my head to nod
She propped herself to a sit
And there she stayed, patiently in waiting
Watching as a candle I lit

The room dark but for a single glow
Enough to see her slender nape
As she stood and stretched, her back did arch
Farewelling the world, I drew the drape

She stood in silence, in waiting
I predatorily circled my muse
Her anticipation abundant, obvious and apparent
As if saying “please light the fuse”

A soft “crack” was heard, she jumped
Flinching at the brush of a soft whip
Her response was instant; she was eager to obey
Without instruction, she started to strip

A vision of beauty affront me
If offered anything, I wouldn’t
Exchange, not even for the world
Her? No! I simply couldn’t

Between soft straps, and pinches
Between smacks and strokes
What seemed like minutes was hours
She begged with her eyes to be choked

Face to face I could see her lip
Quivering, but not a word said
My eyes prompted her, I looked at the ground
She knelt, and on my belt laid her head

Moving behind her I crouched
Her breasts in my hands, tight
As I rolled her nipples tween my fingers
The warmth within her grew, then; the bite

As the mayhem built and her hips swayed
“Touch it” I whispered, and that she did
It took but a touch, her fingers drenched
And into space she slid

Her eyes rolled back, I saw nothing but white
“P...plea....please Sir”... she pleaded
I didn’t wait, with my hand around her throat
“Now!” I gently commanded, she conceded

Falling limp as the build up exploded,
In my arms, safely she lay
I neither encouraged or directed
Leaving her to find her way

Her body shuddering, shaking
Violently she curled
Into a ball which I gladly enveloped
Protecting her; she is my world

And there we stayed,
Seated on the candle lit floor
She looked up at me, tears streaming
“I love you” came a voice
My thoughts...... “Who could ask for more?”

MrWoof