As the snow falls gently outside
I turn to you
The glow from the fire reflecting off your face
The warmth of the embers felt on our skin
Your rough touch sending me to the edge of a reality I am
not sure I am ready to enter
yet afraid not to...
Wanting you, wanting to enter your world
to feel the strength from you in it
washing over me
but yet afraid to take that first real step
through the portal you have opened....
Gently you take my wrist and guide me
Never leaving my side as my journey begins
I am now yours sir.
KinkyScreams 2006©
