Whispers
Fruitless in her footsteps, frozen in the midst of bedlam, by the sounds of His whispers, the whispers that deliver her from the chains of agony. The deep, dark emergence of His throaty tones floods her ears, clouds her mind with the sharpness of a saber, summons her to liberty.
When she’s away from Him, she can smell Him clinging to the membranes of her nostrils, embedding His scent in the grain of her wooden floors and as her feet cast their weight upon the boards, His scent rises and fills her atmosphere like an exotic incense, tantalizing her mind, driving her body to the floor. She closes her eyes as she feels Him hover over her, the heat of His palms caress her most tender parts, His whispers ring in her ears like an erotic lullaby.
Her stomach begins chanting its breathless quiver, her heart hammers like a Jamaican drum, the air leaves her lungs like a teenager fleeing her Master’s den. He never touches her, He rises her to a convulsive, undulating climax by the power of His presence and voice, and she lay shivering, vulnerable and fulfilled in the cradle of His moonlit shadow...even in absence, He envelopes her finally.
In the essence of her imagination, her most sensually persuasive mentality, He feels supreme appease and genuine fulfillment. Through the velvet curtains, He watches as His shadow raises her to climactic heaven and comforts her in her descent to earthly loam, leaving the stain of his perspiring lips in the center of her pane dragging the edge to a crooked grin in honor of His visual gratification.
She mingles with Him during waking hours and in times of slumber, in ultimate fantasy, in nightmares, while dining, dancing, bathing, dressing and disrobing, in secret places forbidden the eyes of the world...He hears her plea, her ache, her famished heart bellows for the blood of His affection and He rushes to pay homage to her feminine hungers, feeding her the marrow of His sexual praise. She weeps in delight, His pleasure is her pleasure, His ecstasy is her ecstasy, His whispers the elixir inducing her peace...tranquil slumber hypnotize you, my love.
~daria S. dawson
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