Darkness

Darkness

What is it about the dark, that heightens your other senses? 

Like the petrichor drifting in from the open window. I inhale it deep into me..and exhale as the crickets chirp. Singing their mating song. The cool breeze against my skin.  The blindfold as soft as the lips that kiss.

This silly game we play, to touch with no hands, to indulge without sight.  Excites me as your body heat comes near, chasing away the chill of the draft. 

You can only put a body part to my lips, I am free to kiss, taste or nip to guess what it is. Instead of guessing, I enjoy. 

The softness as I rub my cheek against naked flesh. Run my tongue along an empty chasm. Graze my teeth on the groove and savor the surprised breath you take. You shift and I feel a smaller indentation, and dip my tongue in and around. Your navel. I can tell by the texture. A place I enjoy. 

Again your position changes. 

You moan, as I meet your expectation full on. 

This one takes no guessing. I explore the swollen part of you, licking as I find a way to take you even deeper. Down. Inside. I hum your favorite song as I want so desperately to use my hands, and to not. I’ll accept this challenge to bring you to your peak, while my hands are tied gently behind my back and my vision stolen.. 

Arousal aching through my body as I listen to you become vulnerable. Letting down your guard completely. Calling for the almighty, but in this moment I am your deity. Saltiness at the back of my throat I alone have the power to unmake you. 

The breeze rustles my hair as I let a sliver of breath escape in, and out again. That subtle change flows from me and into you. The tension between us as electric as a storm, causing you to want to flee.  But this is mine, and with a shake of my head you come back to me. 

Oh yes, this is mine. As my own concupiscence threatens to hasten the moment. 

I take a deep breath with you inside again, trying to gain a measure of control. I am your god, but gods lose control too. I can’t help but to move faster. Your unmaking at the forefront. No more game.  No more playing. I’m taking all that is mine. 

The breeze no longer cool, my body is ablaze. The current between us, almost a physical thing. 

My motions tell you to quicken the pace of your hips. In and out. Out and in. I gurgle and hum as you curse and moan. Call the almighty again. As I unmake you and imbibe you with one final pull.  

Lust as strong as the petrichor lingers as your body heat fades. My hands are free, but darkness remains. 

What shall we play next lover? Or can we do this again?