GOOSE BUMPS
A feather is just a feather, right?
Not tonight my dear, your bonds are on tight.
The rope goes up and pulls you to your feet.
An old silk hanky is over your eyes.
Don't want anything to spoil the surprise.
You can hear me move, feel the lightness of air.
When will I touch you, oh goodness - where?
Not a word is said as you wait in the dark.
What is coming good sir, will it leave a mark?
No camera's flash as the minutes go by.
At once a hand slaps your soft place,
Never knew it was there.
The other hand grabs long locks of your hair.
Bent back, stretching your body in an arc of pain.
Catching your weight, as light as a bird.
Finger touches your lips, you know, NOT A WORD.
Questions are spilling from deep in your soul.
Off your tongue, screaming, they want to role.
But you know not to question, be patient, be still,
You know only that Master, your passion can fill,
Three fingers are thrust deep into your cunt,
A thumb is rubbing hard on your personal place,
Then for no reason at all they pull out and quit.
Wait, what happened? Where did you go??
The rope is pulled tight, you nearly off the floor.
Something is happening, the footsteps sound quick.
Damn the darkness, feels like your soul has been split.
The only sound now is the tick of the clock.
What's next? what kind of shock?
then without a sound you know I am near
soft touch, a tickle, oh no, not my rear
just a tickle so far, that's not his finger this time.
Damn is that a feather, I'll lose my mind.
Just soft tickles from my head to my toes.
Slowly, softly everywher it goes.
It played with my personal place like a fine violin.
Running back and forth to cresindo and then
on the both nipples - two feathers, the fiend!
seconds run into minutes, seems like hours, days
All of the world has become just a haze.
The rope is now loose, down on your knees
Riding you hard, you begging please
Don't stop, till you feel the hard rush deep inside
You tilt up your back, damn what a ride
goose bumps?
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