Ribbon

Pinching the ribbon, he pulls it

Pressing flat its satiny shine.

His gaze, like honey, oozing over her skin,

He's in the mood to take his time.

Soundless, she looks down at him

Kneeling beside her bed,

His unblinking eyes filled with desires,

A calm silence filling his head.

She shuddered when he reached around,

Ran a finger up the height of the heel.

She lowers her eyelids against her response

To a touch she did not even feel...

Hearing him hum with satisfaction,

She stares upon him once more

As he regards her breasts,

Her legs,

Her waist,

Her toes,

From his place on her hard floor.

He waits for her goosebumps to subside

Killing the birth of a lopsided grin.

Then, slowly, weaving the ribbon around her ankles,

He signalled he was to begin.

He pressed his mouth gently on each of her kneecaps

And she felt the ribbon tighten.

He crossed it, like a kiss, between her limbs,

Told her quietly not to be frightened.

She wriggled her toes under the sparkles,

Feeling a rush of heat.

Licking his lips, he watched, entranced.

Finally murmuring, "You have pretty feet."

He lifted them carefully keeping them close

His body buzzing with a familiar stir.

She dipped back towards his weight

And let everything become a blur...

Everything, that is, apart from the ribbon,

That, if she wriggled, dug in to her flesh.

But which caused no discomfort

If she chose to obediently lie at rest.

She felt his breath on the side of her neck,

Just below her ear,

His mutterings casting existence black,

Making the outside world disappear...



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