In mid breath you pause – standing silently
Straining to detect the faintest noise
But no sound greets you now
Just the thumping of your heart
Beating pounding in your chest
You relax again – and as you exhale, relieved
Thinking “My ! My! How absurd!”
You hear a scratch… scratch… and turn your head…
To see a rose faintly at the foot of your bed.
Scared curious you turn and bend down to retrieve it
And as you straighten you suddenly feel them…
Two hands smoothly stroking you - yes … they are real
So soft supple and sensuous – causing more lust than dread
As they gently but firmly force you down on the bed
You wonder what surprises this day will unfold
While he covers your eyes with a silk blindfold