Is this deviant enough for you?
Deep anticipatory breath.
Anticipation and desire fogged my vantage.
encouraging, yet defiant scent of NO!
Hands which restrained,
Delivering decadent jolts by mere stroke.
I assumed intent was as formidable.
A decade later.
Quietly and generous. A whimper, a squeeze
escaped my lips.
Accompaning that slip.
This Siren possesses volumes, unspoken.
Words will not reach, foregone.
Sensuality ingrained, remains.
Tilt of head.
This Rx, is heat,
A firm pinch of mental restraint.
It’s all in the mind,
of the TWO.
Intent of just one, remains.