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You have me wrapped around that slender finger of yours. Don’t get me wrong; please do not think that I do not enjoy such a tight, raptured hold…because I certainly do.
You think so highly that I do not have the ability to unravel myself from your grip, and yet you’ve no idea how easy it would be for me to lace myself around the rest of your hand.
Like the winter claims autumn, we both have this talent of overthrowing one another. And subtly at that. Before you know it, the leaves have fallen and you’ve frosted them over with that all too famous cold touch of yours.
I endure the bitterness you give me sometimes, not because you give me a choice, but because I love watching you fight at me. The temptation is there, you can see it, and I know you can. Your eyes glimmer at the very sight of mystery and curiosity; then why is it you turn from it? Are you afraid of what it might bring? Of what it might…. what I might… give you?
I’ve long since seen you indulge yourself…and what I would give, what I would do to only see that expression across your face of full on pleasure. Do not assume I think I can cause such a reaction. I know very well that I would have to work more then my fair share of passion upon you to cause such a…climaxing moment.
You are a hard man to please, and I have learnt this over the past months. You make it a task and a challenge for me to excite your senses and all it does is encourage that devious, jaded shade of me to try that little bit harder.
The amount of thrill I get when you grin at me and say the words I long to hear…you’ve no idea how hard it is to keep my hands to myself, to keep my lips to myself.
How many times have I imagined us together? I dare ask myself…what pains me the most is that you can read that, that you can see that endless suffering of lust burning and surging within every vein of my body…and you sit back and grin at the magic you work over me.
How does it feel? To have control? How does it feel to dominate me without even placing a finger on me? Does it get the better of you? Do you find yourself wanting to delve into what you have such power over?
Or are you simply playing that teasing game…the one you know so well…the one you make the rules to…. the one I know I can never win?
Im a willing contestant…. remember that when you make your next move. I shall not back down and I shall not give into you. I will simply wait for your game piece to slide its self to the next square, and when the given moment approaches…
Checkmate.
Yazmin
-xxx-
You have me wrapped around that slender finger of yours. Don’t get me wrong; please do not think that I do not enjoy such a tight, raptured hold…because I certainly do.
You think so highly that I do not have the ability to unravel myself from your grip, and yet you’ve no idea how easy it would be for me to lace myself around the rest of your hand.
Like the winter claims autumn, we both have this talent of overthrowing one another. And subtly at that. Before you know it, the leaves have fallen and you’ve frosted them over with that all too famous cold touch of yours.
I endure the bitterness you give me sometimes, not because you give me a choice, but because I love watching you fight at me. The temptation is there, you can see it, and I know you can. Your eyes glimmer at the very sight of mystery and curiosity; then why is it you turn from it? Are you afraid of what it might bring? Of what it might…. what I might… give you?
I’ve long since seen you indulge yourself…and what I would give, what I would do to only see that expression across your face of full on pleasure. Do not assume I think I can cause such a reaction. I know very well that I would have to work more then my fair share of passion upon you to cause such a…climaxing moment.
You are a hard man to please, and I have learnt this over the past months. You make it a task and a challenge for me to excite your senses and all it does is encourage that devious, jaded shade of me to try that little bit harder.
The amount of thrill I get when you grin at me and say the words I long to hear…you’ve no idea how hard it is to keep my hands to myself, to keep my lips to myself.
How many times have I imagined us together? I dare ask myself…what pains me the most is that you can read that, that you can see that endless suffering of lust burning and surging within every vein of my body…and you sit back and grin at the magic you work over me.
How does it feel? To have control? How does it feel to dominate me without even placing a finger on me? Does it get the better of you? Do you find yourself wanting to delve into what you have such power over?
Or are you simply playing that teasing game…the one you know so well…the one you make the rules to…. the one I know I can never win?
Im a willing contestant…. remember that when you make your next move. I shall not back down and I shall not give into you. I will simply wait for your game piece to slide its self to the next square, and when the given moment approaches…
Checkmate.
Yazmin
-xxx-