I watch the shadows dance on the ground,
There is a gentle breeze but no sound.
Your hand reaches around my hip,
And settles between my legs with a tender touch and grip.

Take me through the evening hours,
I am endlessly yours to devour.
You sincerely ruin me, so blissful.
So saintly, sweet, and sinful. 

Your eyes full of bad intentions,
Make me lose all my concentration.
You move closer still, into my space,
Your other hand clasps my face.

I try to steady my every breath.
‘There’s a danger in your strategic depth’ I say.
You say ‘You’re the danger, I want to drink.
I want to pull you past the brink.’ I know you will have your way.

Your whispers get inside my head,
Break me well before we’ve made it to the bed.
I don’t have to speak my words out loud,
You’ve mentally recorded every, whimper and notable pleasuring sound.

My body tells you the truth of how I feel, 
Your fingers trace, the wetter I get becoming unreal.
Your head now between my legs,
I know you won’t stop until I beg and beg.

You like me on the edge of a knife,
I tremble blindly through uncontrollable spasms and strife.
The moment you feel the shift,
You know I’ve just given you a most beautiful gift.