bound by nylon and boning, hook and eye closures

i find myself yearning for the sweet pleasure that comes from release

and is replaced with a new bondage, formed by your presence.

i crave to be trapped by the timbre and cadence of your voice

held down by your words, captive by your volume.

ensnared by your hands, i am your marionette

you pull my hair

and my clit jumps.

you tug the words from my mouth before i can form perfect sentences

a jumble of raw emotion, heaped at your feet in tribute

scraped over the walls of protection

i built to keep out someone like you.

i am consumed by your will

it fills the air we share

everything around you is yours and to prove it

when i lean towards the window

those clever hands once again wrap

around my throat

and remind me that the only air i want to breathe

is the air you allow me.

as the lace between my thighs dampens

i secretly wish you’d leave your mark on me.

i am distracted by the possibilities

wishing for the space and opportunity

to demonstrate the depth of my devotion

the warmth of my comfort

and the emptiness that only you can fill

eager to fall to my knees in surrender

to the demand of your trust.

you temporarily release me

into the cool night air

and as i make the solitary journey to my bedroom

i wonder

when and what of me you’ll put your hand around next.