I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
Affection floats above the cool misty morning.
Dew hangs on the silver strands of spiderwebs and cobwebs as daylight summons the memories of something he said.
Come be with me tonight in my bed.
I will fill you with my loving thread.
I will spin you ‘round and ‘round with my passionate tenderness.
His fingers tantalize my skin as he touches me.
I want his touch, his love, his warmth to caress me, hold me, surround me.
Until he’s ready he will suspend me in his silky web to keep me ‘til the night is right.
I will wait patiently suspended with his cure ever on my mind.
I crave his antidote, his medicinal remedy, his caring.
His bite will fill me with sustaining stimulation.
I will obey his each and every command as he feeds me his satisfying potion.
We will spiral down as he lowers us to his lair where soon sleep will be timeless as we consummate our pure passion.
© 2020 Laurie S Novak