Futility to Struggle

Futility of struggle
Ravished tender skin
Their bodies melting together
Can’t tell where one ends or begins

His body strong, powerful
She moans, begs, then gasps
His body pins her beneath him
Her wrists are held firm in his grasp

All energy expended
Toss and turn, feign fight
In the darkness he whispers
“Baby, you are all mine tonight”

A smile spreads her sweet lips
He asks her, “Trust me?”
She answers, “yes, oh baby, yes”
He tells her, “then no more struggling”

His fingers play, they fondle
Crisscrossing her skin
He deftly binds wrists together
“Now the real fun will begin…”

Her breath catches in her throat
She swallows concern
He settles in between her thighs
Fingers, tongue? She can’t discern

Next he’s astride her body
Lips against her ear
“I just love you so much baby,
It’s ok, now have no fear”

“I’ll prove that you can trust me
Prove you trust me back
I’ll give you everything you want
And nothing you will regret”

In her helpless position
He took her with care
In ways she’d never imagined
So vulnerable, so bare

Her nerves tingled on the edge
Each touch a caress
She writes in pure ecstasy
Climaxes to tenderness.