Whispers of Surrender: An Ode to Intimate Yearnings

 It's dark outside, and I lay here thinking about you. The kiss that you have put on my lips. The way you caressed my neck. Your hands are wandering over my body and the way my body moves with each touch. While my lips parted and a moan escaped them. My eyes leave me, escaping to the back of my head, and my mind, well, there is nothing on my mind but you and how you make me feel. I lay here thinking about your voice. The whispers, oh, those words of encouragement in my ear, yes, I am your good girl — the sweet trail of kisses down to my navel. The tantalizing game you are playing is getting me ready so you can take what's yours. The excitement in your face shows that your master plan is working. The way you know you're fully in control.
I lay here thinking about the feeling, knowing I want you but helpless to your rules. My willing submission to you surprised me completely. Giving up control was the last thing on my mind, but in your hands, it was perfect. As I whisper to you, take me because I'm already yours.

By:  YV
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