A Heady Scene...

Soft whispers in blackest night

Gentle caresses, a beautiful sight

His hand on her cheek, trailing around

Stroking her lips, provoking a sound

A small gasp of pleasure, desire, need

A torrent of feelings, where will he lead?

She kneels before him, her fate in his hands

Desperate to please him, his every command

Is hers to obey, her pleasure to serve

For his slightest touch excites every nerve

Her body on fire, his words in her ear

Set loose her desire, releasing all fear

She shudders and trembles, a slave to his wiles

Her greatest pleasure comes each time he smiles