He tells me to sit still
“don’t move” – “don’t say a word”
He has me cornered
Is the only One that hears this whimper of a moan
this little cry for More He knows
Pushes my legs apart just like He likes it
Open invitation
I shiver He shushes Tries to quiet
But it leaves goosebumps
those goosebumps are his happy trail
his hand follow it –
so slow it’s always
so deliberate.
it’s all I ever wanted.