Beneath her

She doesn’t speak, she just arrives
Bare command behind her thighs
Breath turns shallow, knees give way
I don’t resist — I want to stay

Warm surrender, skin on skin
Dark delight, where I begin
She takes the air, she takes her time
And I dissolve beneath the line

She rides the stillness like a wave
Every second, I misbehave
Velvet weight, a whispered moan
Under her, I’m overthrown

Candle shadows, heavy eyes
I learn the truth between her sighs
She leans in — the world fades out
Silk and pressure, breath and doubt

Warm surrender, skin on skin
Dark delight, where I begin
She takes the air, she takes her time
And I dissolve beneath the line

She rides the stillness like a wave
Every second, I misbehave
Velvet weight, a whispered moan
Under her, I’m overthrown

Fingers trace where light won’t go
She holds the night and lets it show
I drink the dark she chooses to pour
Good girl — but she knows the score

No crown, no chain, no need to speak
Her throne is flesh, and I’m the weak
She settles slow, I breathe her in
And beg the hush to never end

The instrument

She lies like silk across the dark
Each curve a string I strike to spark
My hands descend, they read, they roam
I play her skin — and claim the tone

She hums in gasps, she bends, she sways
A symphony of aching haze

No name, no key, just breath and bone
The sweetest pitch I’ve ever known
She shivers low, then climbs, then breaks
Each moan a sound the silence takes

I drag my notes through pulse and skin
Where heat begins, I dip within
Her back, a bow; her thighs, the drum
The song begins — and I succumb

She hums in gasps, she bends, she sways
A symphony of aching haze

No name, no key, just breath and bone
The sweetest pitch I’ve ever known
She shivers low, then climbs, then breaks
Each moan a sound the silence takes

She opens like a chord in bloom
Her breath fills the room
My fingers know where hush resides
And stir the sound that wetness hides

I play her slow, I play her long
No need for words, she is the song
The only one I’ll ever need
Composed of moan, and gasp, and plead

Edging

I read your body like a script
invisible, beneath the slip.
Each breath you hold, I write again
a sentence made of silk and strain.

You bloom,
then break—
but I don’t take.

I keep you just before the fire
where want is raw
and need climbs higher.
My mouth is close,
my fingers slow—
you rise, I halt,
you beg, I know—

I count your tremors one by one
the way a priest might weigh the sun.
You arch, but I withhold the thread—
you burn in places left unfed.

You bloom,
then break—
but I don’t take.

I keep you just before the fire
where want is raw
and need climbs higher.
My mouth is close,
my fingers slow—
you rise, I halt,
you beg, I know—

This isn’t silence — it’s control
This isn’t silence — it’s control
This isn’t silence — it’s control
I kiss, then vanish, inside your throat

I leave you aching at the gate
Half a breath from full escape,
undone.

I leave you aching at the gate
Half a breath from full escape
Your body still, your voice delayed,
undone.

I leave you aching at the gate
Half a breath from full escape
Your body still, your voice delayed,
undone.