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ForgottenBreath -> The One (1/10/2005 7:49:11 PM)
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I have watched You from afar, my eyes cautiously lingering upon Your hands.
What would they feel like? Are they soft or hard, careful or rough, easy or unyeilding?
Your mannerisms draw my attention, the motions of body language, Your easy stance.
Would You play my body and mind like a harp, charm me into Your bed, perhaps?
My eyes are drawn to Your devious smile and devilishly georgeous eyes, soul-searing.
Will those eyes penetrate my barriers and see the slut inside, drawing her out?
Your voice captures me, holds me in fascination, that deep and husky monotone.
Is that same voice the one that will become stern and strict, demanding my attention?
My gaze wanders Your body, pondering the sight of it bare, trapped between my thighs.
Could that handsome form make me beg and cry with passion, with wanton desire?
I watch You converse with another Dominant, catching words that even I don't know.
Will Your mind stimulate me, offer intelligence and show signs of deeper truths?
I have seen You here before, weilding a whip upon some lucky submissive.
Would Your heavy hand take me flying off into a world I crave yet fear?
My eyes still watch, still note, still absorb all of You as I silently ponder.
Could You be the one?
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