Is this deviant enough for you?
Deep anticipatory breath.
Anticipation and desire fogged my vantage.
In hindsight,
Answer with,
encouraging, yet defiant scent of NO!
Hands which restrained,
Delivering decadent jolts by mere stroke.
I assumed intent was as formidable.
Hindsight.
A decade later.
Quietly and generous. A whimper, a squeeze
Barely audible,
“please”
escaped my lips.
Lip bitten…
Accompaning that slip.
This Siren possesses volumes, unspoken.
Words will not reach, foregone.
Sensuality ingrained, remains.
Tone.
Breath.
Tilt of head.
Upward gaze.
This Rx, is heat,
and
A firm pinch of mental restraint.
Restraints.
inbound.
Firmly applied.
It’s all in the mind,
of the TWO.
Intent of just one, remains.
Without resolve.
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