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ForgottenBreath -> Waiting For A Touch (1/11/2005 9:04:28 AM)
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The ritual binding of my hands and ankles
Arms lifted high, legs spread wide
The cold feel of steel embracing my flesh
The darkness robs me of vision, there is no sound
Cravings curl inside me, wicked, lustful
My submission beats at me constantly
I hear a voice, my own, a whimper of defeat
Has it been hours or days that i have hung here, alone?
Time has lost all meaning, i simply exist.
Though the dungeon is cold, sweat glistens upon my flesh
The chill no match for heated desire
I know i am damp and moist, ready for Him
But my body grows weary from the span of bondage
My head begins to drop, chin pressing against my chest
Hope slowly fading for His return to me
Doomed to hang here in wait for all eternity
Shivers consume me, fear is inevitable
Will He even come back or has He left me?
Just then i feel a presence, from a dark corner
I jerk within the chains, violent and animal-like
A betraying groan announcing my discomfort
It came then, with no warning, the sharp sting
The falling of leather to flesh echoing in the dark room.
I cry, because of my exhaustion, because i need more.
The tears drifting down my cheeks want no sympathy
They are merely expressions of my gratitude, my compliance
Another sharp stings embraces my breasts
My body desperately tries to pull away, but my bonds hold true
Because it hurts i fear it, because i fear it, i crave it
My breathing is wild, much like my frantically beating heart
I feel a hand brush my cheek, softly, ever so slightly in a caress
My breathing catches, stopping for a fleeting moment.
So long i awaited that touch that my body is confused by it.
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