Cover me..

Cover me…my vanilla, with your rich darkness.

Stripe me with your bittersweet chocolate,
coat this vanilla body
in your rich and decedent lust
mark me with your dark desires
come take the vanilla
away from me

Bondage

She was held immobile. Laying on her back on the bed, legs spread, arms thrown wide, not a single rope or binding held her physically in place.

“Word bondage,” she said quietly to Him.

“No,”   He replied,  “it’s deeper than that.  It’s power.   Your power is in surrendering to Me completely, and  My power is taking it, and bending it to my need.”

Silence fell upon the room as she contemplated His words, until His need fell again and again upon her quiet flesh, and illuminated her body with His desire.