Come here you.
Make me all of what makes you my dearer one.
Make me see music in my silence.
Seduce me with the scent of the void in your breath on me in you.
Ribbons of satin and silk lie on the sheets still tracing the hard and soft of love.
I can taste you without even pressing my lips tightly together to wet my whispered vows.
I can see in the dark you carve out inside me and I don’t have to close my eyes.
My hands remain where you tied them. Free to carry your heat through my own fingers like a redhot brand across bone and muscle and skin, I choose to submit completely to you and to you and to you and to you alone.
I don’t need it to be anything I could do.
It is the only time I have never needed to do anything to myself.
The thought of you is enough.