roaming thoughts hang low in clouded whispers edging you closer to my touch; tracing hands in lulling motions so gracefully, euphorically sinking into satisfying control

collapsing weightlessly into blissful surrender, a mindless sleep cradling and carrying your limp and helpless body

feeling the comfortable release of your senses as my words slip deep into your ears, lingering and stirring and gripping your reality until it’s mine to playfully twist in relentless pleasure.

blank and relaxed. mine to squeeze and mine to stroke. relieved to serve. happy little toys only want to serve.