So tell me, what do you want To feel my fingers cool and rough against your neck? To feel my thumbs playing over your jugular, to look at the soft smile curling across my lips as I start to squeeze? Do you promise to gasp so whisper sweet for me? Do you swear you’ll claw at my wrists when the pressure becomes too much, when you start to realise maybe this wasn’t the choice you wanted to make?
You thought I would make this erotic, no? You thought I would kiss you, ease you into it and soothe away your moans with my tongue. You thought I would swallow every hitch in your breath while I played with you my darling. Did you think I would relax my grip when you flushed for me? Did you think I would let you have some little reprieve, just a second’s rest when your mouth fell apart in this silent scream?
Mmm, you wanted my thigh between your legs, didn’t you? My lips pressed to yours, my tongue in your mouth, my hands around your neck; you wanted ecstasy. Oh but darling, darling, you didn’t ask for that. You never said and now you can’t say, such a pity.
