Wet, dry. Hot, wet.

We had spoken about this –
When I gave you my safeword.
We had exchanged safewords before.
I sighed.

I felt your fingertips move down my back
Your rapid breathing heightened my excitement
As I turned expectantly :
Your hot flush still drying, cooling
on my chest, my belly and my thighs…

Your hesitation had been overridden
(please override my weakness and my fear)

In our silence


By the sudden shock of a first strike
And again, before recovery was full
Please punish me, again:
I hear your voice still anguished in the night


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