55. C - Control

Able to think, but awaiting your look
With your fingers running down my spine
In a dramatic tone you make me wine
I want to hold and tightly kiss you
You let me hold you, but not move
Pained by the hold of your fingers
I convulse as I quiver
Unable to think, my lips shiver
I always thought i couldn't be tamed
Somehow I'm in your control now
I saw pleasure in pain
When burning wax was that stain
Turning dark with every moment
I was drowning in you
Smitten by your smell,
Dried my lips,
sweetly pained when your hands played on my hips..

Right there you stopped, when I'd lost my grounds
Unfinished, holding me tight
Lost in your control, since that night