The Limits of Control, Part Deux

You could cut the tension
with a knife

and so he did.

one small cut at a time
drop by red drop
tiny knicks really
down the line of her body.

a playful
connecting of the dots
red line
curving
down
the length
of her
naked
body
red roses
blooming
on
white.

she was still
while he marked her
just one sharp
intake of breath
escaped
her lips.

when his knife
paused lovingly
at the base of her neck
where
her pulse beat frantically
like a trapped baby bird.

the only indication
Of her excitement.

he whispered
shhhh
in her tiny ear

and walked away.

as the tension
slowly
dissipated

from the room
and her body.

leaving only
the yearning
for more
behind.

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Read Limits of Control, Part 1.