She sat in the dark,
Waiting by a window,
Longing for him,
Lost in lonely 
sorrow.

She hears
The key in the lock,
The creak of the door,
The step of his walk.

Her breath quickens;
Awaiting his touch,
The sound of his breath,
The heat of his voice.

He is standing behind her,
She feels his breath.
He waits for her.
Waiting
For her breath to fall into sync.

With each breath, 
His energy flows thru her channels,
Tension slowly building,
For 
Whatever that may follow.

He lifts her hair from her neck,
Fingers trace her spine,
Sending shivers down her back,
Until her coils all unwind.

He gathers up her hair, 
Twists it in his hand,
Pulling gently.. 
Silently,
Commanding her to stand.

He walks her to the mirror,
Whispers in her ear, as he holds her from behind,
"Watch yourself being loved,
look into your eyes."

She sees his probing fingers,
She sees her neck inside his lips, 
She sees herself
Falling in the bliss.

She sees his fingers in her mouth,
She watches herself suck and lick.
She sees that she is melting,
And offers no resist.

He puts her on her knees,
His hands are tangled in her hair.
He says, 
"You belong to me,
And you are forever in my care."

She sees him looking down at her,
He speaks to her so tenderly,
"Look into the mirror, 
Do you see your beauty?
How you open up for me?
Look into the mirror, love, 
So you can see 
what I see."