Against the Satin

whimper...whimper..
A Soft whisper
satin against skin.
a war of attrition
Starved,
you fold swiftly

Kneeling, begging
the urgency of it
runs deep,

Into your mind,
you try to
slip,
the bonds
of lust
holding you to me.

arching, upwards
you fight ,
against, the
invisibility
of your bondage

Sweat, trickles
beads of pearls
down,
to your innermost
desires,
that gift
you will give ....