moonlight
by whynot888
The moonlight was your spotlight- it turned your skin silver like a statue.
Kneeling, unmoving, barely breathing.
You waited, the blindfold soft: deep red the only color.
I watched drinking in the vision that was you:
the curve of your spine,
the firmness of your ass,
the tilt of your head,
the fullness of your bottom lip shiny from the touch of your tongue. '
I let the cane tap the spindles of the chair.
I knew the warm night air would carry my scent to you. I watched the muscle in your back tense as you controlled yourself not to turn to the sound of my approach.
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