my feet feel the wetness of fallen leaves.
my back stings, scratched from tree bark.
my arms are outstretched, absolutely restrained.
my head turned slightly upwards,
I inhale deeply.
fully bound. by you.
I feel cool breeze grazing my skin,
but, only in places where your body is not touching mine.
you against my skin,
your mouth moving roughly against mine.
you gently cradle my cheeks with your hand,
while the other is forcefully tugging my hair,
to adjust my face as it fits you.
did I fail to mention that you are absolutely demanding?