The arch or a your silken neck,
glides 'neath outstretched fingertips
Musky warmth,
sweating skin.
Breathe in.

Power surge,
on the direction of a whim
The slightest movement is known,
you will, though manifest, is bound.
Repressed.

Muscles contract,
shuddering with nervous tension
Awaiting release,
thrust forward into the silence.
Trusting you.

Cold wind bites skin,
whipping through raven hair
Thighs press tightly,
to your sides
The need subsides.

We meld to one,
as our wills commune
Worshiping you,
greedily hoarding your strength
I love you.