Pink Silk and Black Ribbons

A tight embrace, closer –
like hot breath on my neck;
ensnared – there is
no escape from you.

Fingers laced across my breasts
black swirls tease my skin,
hunger is not sated –
fingers make patterns
I can’t resist –
a tongue on my skin.

Ribbons clasp my throat
flesh presses against hot skin
ravish –
hold my breath –

Wrapped in pink silk
I exhale –
you keep me in.