atremble…

how to express the emotions when the words are in limbo… to convey these feelings of anxiety.. of chaos that i had thought were under control? how to explain the sensations that ripple through me and leave me breathless? fixing the gaze on something and letting the imagination take it course and me along with it?

and when i blink my eyes and find myself drifting back to that warm place, there is this sound i hear, a sound like no other.. it booms.. its echo causing me to turn and look over my shoulder, then around the room in search of what i hear.. and when i tilt my head to one side.. i realize the sound i hear is the beating of the heart within my chest..

i find myself swallowing.. the muscles of the throat constricting making it an effort.. the pulse then begins to race and i find that my hands and fingers of their own volition, are beginning to trace intricate and delicate patterns over my own flesh.. that satin touch of the waist.. the soft swell of the breasts.. and i feel my thighs beginning to part..

the sighing heard is my own.. a gentle song that’s being sung to me with whispered words created by an imagination as the image that appears before me sends me reeling from one extreme to the other.. the tip of my tongue flicks out and over my lips to moisten.. another sound heard, low and pleading.. a whimper… my own…

raw energies that exude from the Presence before me.. watching silently.. the lips curled upon masculine features forming a knowing smile.. the eyes roam over my body.. as if the hands were themselves exploring me.. drinking and tasting at the same time.. i feel myself succumbing to a command that was not spoken, nor gestured.. yet still heard and seen…

and i move forward.. my own gaze lowering as i slip to kneel and settle on my heels.. my back arches as my head comes up, the motion thrusting full breasts forward.. cool air caressing the nipples and bringing them to peaked sensitivity.. the thighs part wide.. almost decadent and sinful.. yet so natural to do.. again cool air caresses flesh now exposed..

a fire has been ignited.. has been there all along truth be known.. flaring brightly as the flames within lick and play with the senses over and over.. tip of velvet tongue glides over the lips, as if preparing to speak but i remain silent.. not wishing to break a spell, if it is indeed that, that has reached out and taken me within its embrace…

that wishing well of dreams.. that ancient rhythm that teases.. tugging gently to set in motion that continuation of sweet, sweet journey of subtle exploration… quivering with excitement.. reaching into the mind of the Other to join yet remain at a distance.. trembling as shadowed figure lowers to haunches before me.. head tilting back under the guidance of Warrior’s fingertip placed under the chin and lifting the gaze to His own…

melting then.. trickling of honeyed dew in the release of any and all inhibitions that had been lingering.. capitvated by that gaze of Power.. of Energy.. of a Perfection that can be described as simply just being.. the Savage seen in true form.. sweet song heard to again be identified as my own whimper.. for the hunger craves to be fed…

hearing the laughter waft to ears as the finger comes away and the gaze lowers as it should.. then blinking.. crying out as my eyes open… sitting up and reaching out with fingers that slice through thin air.. looking around, feeling that hot flush spread upon my cheeks… easing back to again close my eyes, and relive that moment that aligns the emotions and sets my entire being atremble once more…