Don't Breathe

His hands around my throat, my eyes closed tight
I can hear him whispering how this feels so right;

How he loves to feel me struggle and submit beneath his hands
How he loves the way I barely whimper, his thumbs crushing into my skin
How he loves to hold my breath and my life within in hands
How he loves how much I trust him to do this kind of dance

The dance of dominance and submission that I always let him lead
The dance we have always danced and how he knows he's the one I need.

Those hands wrapped around around me tight...
His palms melting into my skin
I know he'll let me breathe when he wants to begin again.

-Shy