2nd May, 2017

Arrested by His Gaze #WickedWednesday #Eroticpoetry

 

Arrested by His Gaze

Held still, not by his hands, not by restraints not even by words.

Just his look.

I am most definitely in trouble.

My mouth dries, I lick my lips nervously.

My stomach flips, twists, turns

Like an acrobat.

Images flick through my mind,

Clip show style,

His hand round my throat,

Back against the wall.…

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