I Am Vision

She is in

my muscular hands

My care and grace

cause naked shivers

to ripple over her form

bound as she is

with rope lines

criss- crossing

her luscious body

My tongue tastes

Just above her legs

My lips purse and suck

her swollen arousal

She lays there

torn panties

tattered twine

yet ragged breaths

with battered pleasure

her heart stops

Our eyes meet

She is begging

draw me in

before it’s morning

and I wake