Drip, Drip, Drip
The trickle of blood through my veins it flows
thump, bump – thump, bump
the blood begins to course down paths seldom traveled
you are exposed
told to wear the blindfold
commanded to strip
your fascinated fear grips your loins as my fingers touch your ripened clit
you writhe and shudder
a low moan becomes audible
i caress you in circles and you begin to pulse
i coax you over and I step back to gaze upon your form
poised and ready
long locks spill like dark liquid on a white pillow
i want to groan as I move my eyes down your back like nails on a chalk board to your ass
I lick my three Boy Scout fingers and place them up under your majestic hips
you have become wet with the anticipation
i lick them again to taste your essence and i inhale deep to smell your soul
my left hand finds the perfect spot on your hip
with my right I grip myself and lean forward to find you
The discovery is immense
i work to contain it in a dark corner of my mind to make it last
My powerful mind now control
I tease with the tip
you rock back yearning
I relish and bathe awash in feeling
my right hand grips your flesh above your hip I pull myself in and begin the rhythm
 slow and steady I increase the pace and the intensity as my mind craves more
you begin to moan that familiar and now haunting moan
pump me pump me
thrusting now deeper and deeper I cannot get enough
you warn me of the impending
I'm gonna cum – oh how I love that phrase
I keep on, persistent in my goal
I begin to feel the boiling wave of your orgasm as it washes over your body
You scream to me that you're cumming but I already know
I begin to touch and feel you all over
I lean over and mold my body to yours
reaching down to feel just how wet you are makes me shudder and I pump and let loose
you scream again that you feel it and for what seems like an eternity crushed down into a 
few short seconds we become one soul bound to a place that some call nirvana
we collapse dripping now with cold sweat, our fluids melt into one
the smell is so intense
our mouths meet, our tongues swirl about and as we kiss I slowly remove the blindfold
our eyes meet and I see you smile as you gaze upon
ME.
The Blindfold
R. David Paine III
9/17/00