Erotic Intimidation
It is not something that can be defined. It has to be seen, felt, experienced.
It is that sensation of another being hovering over you.
You feel the weight of it pressing down,
Feel the heat of it’s breath billowing over you,
The rise and fall of it’s chest as it heaves with need.
Raw, intense, power as it rolls over your flesh.
The ghostlike scrapes of it against you marking, taking, claiming.
That hesitation just before the touch, just before the taste.
That moment of pure clarity where deviance thrives.
Where it takes hold of your mind and contorts even the most lewd of thoughts into something … even more
Obscene.
That moment that has your entire body feeling like a tuning fork,
Trembling beneath it emitting sounds that are no place near human.
Tones that are reserved only for the animal within.
Complete capture, rapture, and cage as it surrounds you, washes over you, floods you, and rapes you.
Those seconds where you are unsure if this is really what you want.
Can you handle it, were you truly prepared for it’s intensity?
Will you survive after its gone, after it guts you, after it takes what it needs, wants, craves?
Those flashes of doubt that is at the onset of intimacy.
An intimacy that no one returns from… unscathed.
That… is what will make you mine..