She tied my passion firmly to the bed
Then climbed on top of me and let it loose
She listened to each word my body said
Her touch was soft, discrete, but not obtuse
Impassioned by her touch, her skin-to-skin
Distracted by her beauty, I was awed
I felt her pleasure move me deep within
Her warmth, her wetness; nothing there was flawed
The silk was strong, she wrapped around my wrists
Control was hers; I let her take it all
My memory of her control persists
Like water in a graceful waterfall!
If letting go means giving her control
I’d let her tie my arms, my legs, my soul!