Control the word spoken low in tone and close in the way it reverberates.
A lack in self and want in another to have in me the strings to manipulate.
Giving in, in that way to a being with such discipline as to hold out for you.
Pulse, and push a feeling of swelling sensations that fill you with vibrations.
Subordination with restraint hypnotized by the exhilaration of all of you.
Reaching for the instant that overwhelming satisfactions guild your hands.
Between you and I there is more than longing but nothing physical stopping.
No force to stretch your purse strings I need to let gently inside your mind.
I missed and miss with a need to control my longing to sway your affections.
© Jeph Rants
