Erotic Anticipation
Is it supposed to be this way,
She thinks to herself in the dark.
Her heart races ahead,
A smile creeps on her face,
She listens for movement…
Around her!
The blindfold she wears,
So dark and so tight.
The bonds that hold her arms upright,
The chains around her waist are quiet,
Until his hand spanks her…
There’s silence!
She waits with excited anticipation.
She feels him closer.
She knows he’s there,
She waits for his touches,
That make her swoon…
Yet scared!
This eroticism is what she craves
He spanks her once.
Then caresses her curves,
As she shakes her head to and fro,
Her senses start to…
Overload!
She sighs at his touch,
She gasps at his strength.
She cannot see or tell,
When he touches or hurts,
Yet every time it seems…
Excitement within her is quelled!
