“Is that a new tie?” I say to him and walk over
It is of shades of Nordic sea blues like a watercolor. Like his eyes. Like his kryptonite eyes that own me. I reach to touch it. The silk is like butter to touch….
in a strange sudden instant from his neck —like a flash of light
he shocks me
he has pulled me into his tie like a trap and I
am bound
And looking at me,
“I think you actually do crave attention ….” he says
he looks at me as I am straight from the shower and —the towel all warm at my feet with my wrists caught in silk
Suddenly and again I am reminded of dungeons and bats when
He says as he looks at my body up and down with approval then— he mostly carries me but with a ….drag,
“why waste that beautiful body when,” and here he pauses because it is just that savage look that obliterates civilized thought “—I can do this ….?”
the inflection of motion considerably spellbinding
plus à dire plus tard
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