A Stream of Sunshine

You don’t allow me to move. To touch you.  We are naked, only inches apart. I dare not not look up at you.  The rope lingers near like a snake ready to bite but your mental bondage is stronger than any material.

Circling me I can feel your breath you are so close.  You do not touch.  Your eyes feel like a scorching sun beating down on my back – warm and inviting but also dangerous.

There are no words spoken.  There doesn’t have to be.  There is no touching. There doesn’t have to be.

Finally and slowly, his sunshine streams down on me and as I take him in I know Im his forever.

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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