IL TULIPANO NERO

 

*Blindfolded
Not able to move
The touch of your skin
All over my body,
Makes me nervous and
Begging for more.
Your hand on my back
Sending chills down my spine,
Clenching
Your lips on mine
Demand me to stay still.
Nervous and scared,
Yet willing and ready.
Forbidden games are often more thrilling.
You hold me close,
And squeeze me tight.
You take my breath away,
Your breathing tells me you're nervous.
We are in this together,
Engulfed in your touch.
Anticipation in your touch.
Anticipation
Of what is to come...D.B*