Your hand grabs firmly around my throat.
So possessive and intoxicating.
Your voice tells me not a sound should escape my lips.
So powerful and seductive.
In the silence, the beast takes what is His.
In the silence, my body is on fire, but without a voice, how can I seek permission?
Your needs and desires...that's my purpose.
So I submit to this fate.
Your voice then commands me to let go, still not a sound should escape my lips.
In the silence, every touch is like electricity moving between us.
In the silence, I can only scream inside my own head as you extinguish the flames that consume me.
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