Artistic License

I feel a touch
Light as a feather
Just enough to make me shiver
In anticipation of the next

I wait
Just as I start to fidget
I feel it
Still feather light
Now on the inside
Of both legs
Moving slowly, so slowly
Toward the apex
Of my thighs

Drawing patterns
On the canvas
Of my calves and up my leg
Working slowly higher
But not yet touching
Where desire burns the most

Instead the artist moves on past
As if he doesn't notice the obvious
Beginning the pattern again
On my belly and sides
To just under my breasts
Briefly pauses
Then traces that maddingly light pattern
Around both of them, too

So hard to resist
I want it so much
But all I can do
Is strain against the ties
You have bound me with

I feel something new
Something that makes it even harder
To control myself
As I feel you start to retrace
What you just drew
But this time with your tongue
And so your artistic torture begins anew

Fortunately for me
This time you didn't forget
The part of me
That you had previously ignored

6/15/17