The Room
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Think you are brought into the room.
It's dark and there is only one small window .
There is a lingering sweetness from incense  fills the room.
The room is empty except for a mattress on the floor.
There is blanket laid out in the middle.
The moon watches you. The moon smiles.
You are placed at the centre of the blanket.
You have no shoes
No stockings.
The nakedness of your soles.
You wonder what will happen next.

You hear my steps. I enter. You look at me.
Something in my eyes tells you that you can trust me.
You have surrendered and have brought yourself to my place.
I look at the moon and then I turns to look at you.
You wonder what will be next.

I move slowly around you..
You feel my eyes scanning your horizons.
You stand perfectly still, in anticipation and I move close.
Drawing small tides of desire into your senses.
Where am I going now?

My hands reach out, not to touch you but to surround you.
Let you feel the invisible presence you known I posses.
There is warmth in my hands that penetrates the air.
I am feeling you now, without contact, without touch.
Just attention to the details of your being.
Your being. There, in this room, still, and silent, and anticipating.
What will I do now?

My hands lands on the buttons of your blouse.
Your protection comes off, your stomach is visible to me now.
I consume it with the softness in my eyes.
My hands expand the beauty of your skin, your breast
Now your shoulder.
Now your back.

I am behind you, my hands move back over your breasts.
Unprotected in the cool air of my room.
You want me to touch you but I won't.
The soft warmth of my breath blows gently behind your neck.
My hands move slowly to loosen the restriction of your skirt.
You didn't move, yet you have lost all that you wore and you stand still.
Naked and breathing more deeply, with your eyes shut tight.
Wondering where, if anywhere, I will strike next.
It is a flash, just a flash, between the heat of your thighs.
Your skin is ablaze with desire.
I leave.
You beg me to come back and to finish what I begun.
I am still out there, in the void, biding my time.
Choosing the next path that will bring you back to your senses.

I return. No warning.
I strikes - in three places at once.
My palm slips over a buttock.
My finger grazes a nipple.
Your belly has been kissed.
And all but the lips, have vanished once more.
Lips skip lightly, past breasts to your neck.
To your ear, your forehead which houses your soul.
Two hands cup your face in adoration.
Because you are a woman.
You exist here.
Entirely for me.
In my room.
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Created by TonyD
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