About a female longing for her lover.

She sits in a subtle pose
The length of her awaiting direction.

She is His
There is no holding back.

His breath dances like fire across her skin
Can she do this, be This for Him?

His words fall like velvet into her ears
His hands stroke across her skin.

The discipline, the taking, the taming, the conquering of her body, soul and mind
It will all flow together, but in His time.

The tools He uses, His care, His touch
Are all things she has needed much.

The fear, the trust, the excitement and raw lust
Are building, rising, needing to erupt.

And it happens - so intense
The way He touches her deep is immense.

She opens her eyes and looks around
Only to realize He is no where to be found.

The moisture on her face
As she remembers - and longs for His embrace.