Velvet Restraint 🌶🌶
No cuffs, no chains, no bonds of steel,
Yet still I tremble, bound and sealed.
Your hands don’t touch, but still they claim,
A phantom leash, a whispered name.
You circle slow, a measured pace,
Each step a promise, each breath a chase.
I tilt my chin, my wrists held high,
A silent vow: I won’t defy.
“Not yet,” you murmur, velvet-voiced,
And every nerve is left rejoiced.
No rope to burn, no ties to break,
Just the sweet torment of restraint.
I beg, I plead with silent eyes,
A captive wrapped in silken sighs.
But freedom’s not what I require—
It’s this slow burn, this choked desire.
Not held by force, nor tied by fate,
But by the will to sit and wait.
To ache, to yearn, to feel you near—
To know the touch will soon be here.
xoxo, Firefly ❤️🔥