Stroking, touching, gently feeling,
Your fingers gliding over my skin,
So vulnerable
So trusting
Allowing you acces to this part of me.
You could do so much damage
You could bring so much pain,
But I trust you
I know that you will take me to the edge,
But not push me over.
Squeezing, pinching, cutting off my air
The catch of my breath
As by brain flits from panic to pleasure
The thrill through my body
As your hand gently tightens around my neck.
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