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 You tied me to a kitchen chair, bound, gagged and blindfolded - helpless
and silenced.

   I strained at the ropes that criss-crossed my body starting at my throat
and ending at my wrists held tight to my ass and the back of the wooden
chair.  Hands wrapped my ankles and pulled each aside to tie it to one leg
of the chair, then the next.

   Through my muted eyes I could see the faint glow of moonlight bathing us
both and feel the drift of cool air from the open window across my skin.

   My dark lingerie was my only protection from the eyes I could feel sweep
over me, longing, thirsting.

   A whisper of fingers trailed across my knees, a caress of breath. 
Goosepimples raised, my senses shiver.

   I remembered a time before I knew you when I walked through the world
and felt less, knew less, lived less - now you had blinded me I could see
more than ever.

   Your hands slid up my thighs and fingers slid beneath my panties and
pulled them aside - my mind becomes focused, spotlighting the apex where
you touch me.

   Fingers slid in and over caressing, stroking, soothing.  The waves began
rushing through me, lapping at my shore, swelling and crashing over me.

   Your hands withdrew and I am lost, aching.

   Long moments pass and I cannot see, hear or feel.....  I lean, strain,
but am held fast....and the dew you have brought cools.

   Motion ...you rose between my legs, and where I was cold became filled
with your warmth.

   I felt you move in me and from my lips you drew a broken breath.... 
with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.