Hopeful Perversity

What need I of restraint?
You await me
Wanton
Pleading
Yet silent
Your eyes ignore my form
Knowing the Daemon within
Aroused
Rampant
Your smell invites
You are ready
More
You want me
I shall tease
Subtle my perversion
I shall sup of you
Tasting all
Climactically preparing you
As wave upon wave
Your juices ebb and flow
You wish to take me
But cannot
For I have bound you
Not with force
No leather bindings
Just the tip of my tongue
And my hopeful deviousness

© 2005, Mosquitobyte