My Ribbon

( read with a female voice)

She said

“His voice is a tempting tether

that is gripping me tight

Like a slow pour of whiskey

that drips with delight

He sears my skin

like a branding iron's kiss

leaving me scarred

with an ache I can't dismiss

His tone is a dark canvas

where his shadows play

A symphony of secrets

that only he can say

It's a spoken promise

of his forbidden fruit

A tantalizing taste

that my senses

cannot refute

In my silence

his voice is a primal roar

my call to surrender

that I just can't ignore

It's a delicious danger

that I'm helpless to resist

A sweet surrender

that leaves me breathless

and takes my all

So I wear

my ribbon

with pride.”