His breath, steady
as his eyes fixate-
each button to undo.
One..
two..
three...
Pause.
He checks consent
with a single gaze.

Clothes slink off,
present myself-
each crease, muscle
for inspection and caress.
And he does, attentive,
a wry smile
where this vessel trembles
at his touch.

Breaking this tension,
nervous in anticipation
and without grace,
I slip into place
where he wills to take me.

Tussling for control-
he pins my hands down,
locking his left in mine
until I relent-
the only outcome acceptable.
His tongue, lingers
where he has longed
to explore-
an ecstacy in letting go.


© DanGlyn