To look at you
as you tremble
might just be
my favorite thing.
Are you cold, my love?
Or are you shaking because my fingers
have discovered the tender surface
on your inner thighs?
Should I go raw now?
I want to see you shiver.
I’ll play with your skin for a bit
and then I’ll tell you
to lie on the bed
and stare at me.
I’ll remove my clothes,
one piece at a time,
no rush and no shame.
I’ll show you everything,
my love.
There is,
however,
one little catch.
You are not allowed to touch.
You are not allowed to move.
You only get to watch.
Being your merciful mistress,
I’ll let you hear me moan
and watch me drip.
Are you licking your lips, dear?
Sorry, you cannot taste me today.
I ache
to relish in your frustration
and the begging in your eyes.
Are you game, my love?
Can we play now?
I’ll be in the bedroom,
waiting for you.
If you agree,
all you have to do
is open the door
and say, yes.