You have become my muse.
You have infiltrated my every thought and set up camp in my quiet moments.
You are mine to redefine, change, and when the mood strikes, change again.

I can mold you into friend or foe, hero or evil doer.
I can make you sensual or rough, gentleman or rogue.

You are mine.
Mine to control.

I can make your hands clench, your muscles strain, your tongue lick.
I can make your breath falter, your nose nuzzle, your fingers coast.
I can make you love or hate, laugh or cry.

I pull the strings that make you move then give you the strings to bound my hands and do your will.
But it's really MY will.

Each thrust, each pull.
each gasp, each sigh.
I am willing it.

Each nip, each bite.
Each time your are SO close,
it's because I want it to be so.

I choose how close you are.
I choose whether or not you get there.

You are my muse.
Mine to use and discard at will.
Mine to linger over and savor if I like.

Mine.

Secret looks across the room,
Unbidden thoughts begin to bloom.
Warming skin begins to redden,
Surrounding noises seem to deaden.

Focused now,they start to plot.
Searching for the perfect spot.
Somewhere safe, a place to hide.
This need they have won't be denied.

Quietly, in turns they go.
Putting on a passing show.
The happy guests remain oblivious,
to their thoughts now quite lascivious.

Quickly creeping, silent feet.
At the rendezvous they meet.
Lock the door, a quiet click.
Alone now, pulses start to kick.

Clothing falls onto the floor,
Remove only just enough, no more.
Desperation brings with it haste,
Leaving them no time to waste.

Engrossed with need the ride begins,
They come together skin to skin.
Hands grope and bodies glide,
In and out, slip and slide.

Hands knotted, intertwined.
Bodies moving unrefined.
Mouths fused, muffled cries
Gasping breath, sated sighs.

Holding still they catch their breath,
Recovering from their little deaths.
Clothes back on, one more kiss.
The time is up for their secret tryst.

Alone once more they go back in,
Suppressing well their impish grins.
Careful not to blow their covers,
Their eyes try not to meet each others.

Soon though, unable to resist
Thoughts go back to their heated tryst.
Eyes again search out the one
Hungry for their secret love.