blue wrote this poem for MasterM
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blind
blind, clamped, bound
senses blazing, heart racing,
waiting to hear You,
to smell You,
perhaps taste You.
flexing, tensing,
testing my restraints,
listening for Your footfalls,
waiting for the air to stir as You move near.
straining, quaking,
feeling Your lips brush my cheek.
hands finding and touching
all of my most intimate spots.
exposed, probed
feeling Your breathe touch my nipple
before Your lips close over it,
before Your teeth pull at it,
drawing a silent moan from my closed lips,
a shudder, then nothing.
waiting, anticipating,
feeling and hearing the air stir again,
whizzing past me, hearing the snap.
cringing, tensing, preparing for it.
eyes squeezed tightly shut,
feeling, hearing the air come to life again,
feeling the first lick of the leather across my flesh,
red lightning filling my head, my mind reeling,
senses indignant, ablaze.
feeling the explosion again,
ripping the air from my throat,
the breathe from my lungs.
trembling, waiting to feel it again...
â by blue
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