He finished tying the knot. Soft rope binding my wrists. Covering my eyes with a silky black blindfold, his skin sliding onto mine. Are you ok? He asked freezing making my body miss his movement
'I trust you'
I smile
he sits frozen for only a moment finding pleasure in his tongue on my clit finally understanding what its like to have a tongue treasure my clit first as a feast. I am split between his tenderness and the rage against all men
Later
My fingers bind his wrists. We withhold the blindfold. The knife slips over his skin so softly as was done to me by another, my tongue taunts his neck tenderly. the current of rage for the man raping me as my sons life started to fade fill my bloodstream along with other nightmarish memories manifest making it hard to see the man bound before me...
with the knife he gave me for my birthday I slice the side of his neck.His oceanic eyes filled with frienship,love are the only thing controlling this current, guiding the very thin thread of love left in me safely to shore and to harbor. In that moment I learned to love him. With that scar carved into his skin sacred deep rooted self care soul healing my heart. My tongue trailed down his chest kissing lower. His penis my paper my tongue his pen, I carve in his wood my name loves his name. With a warm wash cloth I tend to his wound, unbinding his wrists we fall asleep tangled in tenderness.
Every other man trying to slide his lies in my ears into my eyes I am deaf and blind to, seeing only his scar, hearing only his heart beating blood for my tongue tasting trust and tenderness all over again