Wrists

September 2, 2018 by sirensong1208 15 Comments

Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

.

Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

.

Wrists

Kissed

A rapid pulse

Beating

Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need

.

Wrists

Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin

Reddened

By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.