Scarlet cheeks

December 27, 2015 by sirensong1208 14 Comments

The thought of scarlet cheeks

Makes me burn

Silently

Though intensely.

Quivering within

At the thought.

Always a tremble away

From complete surrender.

My skin

Dancing in anticipation

As my body is reduced to liquid fire.

Wet

And wild with hunger

For your hand

Upon my skin.

I ache

With need

With want.

To know

The sting

Of your discipline

Of your control.

To sate your need

As my own

Is fed.

 

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest