it is dark
and the night is cool enough
to leave those tiny hairs
stiff, on my arms
i shiver
i am shy
though the glance from your eyes
so knowing
settles into my soul
and breathes into me
deeper
the cold metal
bites into me
the fire escape was your idea
and i have to admit
breathing the air this high
strokes my fear
and this feeling here
and leaves me lost
and slightly reeling
your eyes
travel me
and i'm sure i blush
and my lips
tingle
i sit, waiting
while you crouch
and advance
your fingers
travel me
and i shudder
an unwitting sigh escapes
this silken blindfold
you let it play against my face
and it slowly slides in place
you know i fear
i gasp - but your finger
rests so gently
upon my lips
your lips
speak to my ears
and i lie back
and let myself relax
giving myself
to your trust
your hands
slide with crackling electric fire
along my arms
as you reach my wrists
you twist
the leather and
i am kept in place
restrained so high
while your hands travel
my thigh
parting
and reaching
your fingers have me
screaming
for release
i beg
and say please
like i know i should
to you
my distraction
i plead for satisfaction
and your perfect
penetration
at this height
both of space and felt elation
everything and thought
in one giant pause
i drool
and then
shiver's pleasure breaks
and
this night is still cool
though my cheeks now are warm
and the tiny hairs
on my arms are raised
from your chilling touch
and from this
my
first
beautiful
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