I can feel you stalking my footsteps, just out of eye range or hidden beside me quiet as a jungle cat stalking your prey. Your eyes burn my flesh wherever you look along my body, and never was there any more willing prey than I. Your eyes have a sadistic twinkle in them knowing what you have planned for me. I fear to meet your gaze because you'll see the naked need there and know the best way to torture me.
I crave it. I want to be present, in the moment, for every step of the seduction of my mind and then my body and finally my soul. Ghostly tendrils of phantom caresses tease me into madness. In between space and time I can almost feel your tickles, your strokes, your pinches, your bites, and I actually moan outload for all that pleasure just out of reach. I can hear you whispering the naughty, exciting things you want to do to me, that you're going to do to me. I have no say in this.
You've had this exact moment planned for a very long time. Since the first time we crossed paths, this exact moment written and rewritten over and over until it reached a kind of perfection. A rich bass delivers your commands in simple instructions. If I obey, this could well turn out to be the beginning of something magical.
Time slips back into place and a door of sensations slams shut. I am in my room, small and quiet in my corner, waiting for an order that may never come, but those little slips nurture hope that someday You'll find me.