The way he looks at me brings shivers down my spine,
Rising every hair in its path.
His thumbs runs over my skin delicately,
His warm touch ignite a fire as he investigates each inch of me.
The way his life caresses my skin is like a drug seeping into my blood,
His scent is the sweetest aroma that have existed,
My head fells back and a heavy sighs leaves my lips,
As I feel his fingers bore into the flesh around my hips.
He has me in his control.
For am under his spell.
He tells me _whatever to do,
And every nerves in my body obey,
My body listen to his bidding,
Does what deeds that needs to be done.
I am the puppet
And he pulls the strings.....
©starslight
S