It hurts…
Hurts to not have it all…yet…
It hurts that you take all of everything from me,
With a simple glance.
It hurts that you steal all the colors,
Like a master thief in the night,
Just so they can follow you.
It hurts,
When you touch me…
Hurts that you touch me so softly…
A tease…
A tease I want...
I need…
I need your lips to softly speak my name out in the dark.
As… soft… as your touch.
It seems to prolong itself,
Suspended in the air…
Clouding my logical thoughts.
Fogging up everything…
As if a fire had started in the other room,
But indeed, it was in here.
…In this moment.
But it no longer has slowed down,
But rather… stopped.
I forget to breathe.
All I hear is you…
All I feel is you…
It hurts.
This moment hurts.
I reach for you… to easy the pain.
So slowly…
It’s painful.
…And you…
You back away.
A tease…
Your lips…a tease.
I want to taste them, feel them…
Feel them everywhere…
I know you want to too,
...yet... you won’t..
You, the master of teasing,
I somehow breathe, or rather…
I let a moan escape…
it only seems to make the pain more real.
I didn’t want it to leave me…
I don’t want you to know it hurts…
But it’s too late.
You know now, as you smile to yourself,
…The master of teasing.
You know you have it all now…
All the colors, all the skills, all of me…
following your every movement.
Aching… Aching for it all.
…I want to scream.
In fact,
I am.
But that you won’t hear…
I beg to you.
I beg with my pitiful gaze.
I beg for mercy from you…
You, the master of teasing.
…and you…
you are a pitiful God…
you reach out for me too…
and this time I let you know, how it still hurts.
I gasp, to how good it feels…
To how good it hurts…
I just can’t restrain myself anymore…
I must have it all, or the scream… it will come.
I feel all of you…
And you…
Master of Tease,
Are even built like a God.
So hard…
Hard to not want it all.
But I do…
I want it… I need it.
I must taste you…
And so I do.
Oh, master… you truly are a God.
Your tongue, from a foreign place, no longer is.
Your hands now race across me, so rough…
...so rough for a God, for a master of tease.
Your body begins to move, a dance as it were… to a rhythm only we know.
And yes… It is all I expected, from the master of tease.
Time moves so quickly now… and my breathe now is all I hear…
But you… I feel… everywhere.
So quickly…
Momentum and friction collide as we dance to our sacred ritual…
An offering I give to the God of tease.
The fire… it now hurts…
And I must get rid of it, must relieve myself from the scorches…
But you, oh God of teasing, has now made it your blessing to do so
yourself.
So quickly… the fire grows…
But I have faith in you, God of the tease…
It hurts…
So good.
But then, I realize I want more…
I ride…
and rock…
and shutter…
letting your blessings fill me.
And then…
You commit the ultimate in all teases:
You let go.
In a moan, a soft yell, it all escapes.
In that split second… I see it all.
It’s in your eyes, as I realize it.
For you are not the God of tease…
For it is I.
For you may be the master of teasing…
But it is I that holds all the cards in the end,
…my master...
...my master of tease.

 
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