Tortured Bliss

Tortured bliss is what I feel every time she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.

Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I will count the seconds as I patiently wait for her to give me her body and soul once again. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be undoing. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.