Blindfolded and left in darkness
I sit and silently hold my breath
Waiting for something to come
On the edge of life and death

I feel you moving near me
Coming closer, but you don’t touch
My nerves are on fire
Every sense is just too much

He reaches for me with it
It gently whispers on my skin
A slight caress down my arm
Leaving fire where it has been

My heart races as I realize
Each individual strand touching a nerve
This paintbrush ignites my skin
As it traces over my curves

Over my collarbone
And down towards my chest
Slipping inside my bra
Running over my breast

The dry strands of sable
Are as intimate as lips
Make me shudder in pleasure
As he paints me with the tip

Ever motion is deliberate
With my eyes covered, I feel
As he teases my body
And makes me long for something real

My heart beats wildly
As I squirm with delight
How this will end?
Will this finally be the night?

The brush traces down
Where his hands dare not go
My hips push forward
My body begging to know

My mind finally breaks
As he paints up my leg
I am practically panting
But he wants me to beg

Small sounds escape me
I am losing control
I’m igniting from the heat
As if I were a piece of coal

He slides the tip to the edge
And under the lace that remains
I can hear myself moan
Part pleasure, part pain

I feel the bristles so gently
As he strokes me so light
My hips arch forward
Down on my lip,i bite

He flicks the brush faster
So quickly my hips rise
Then abruptly he stops
And it trials down my thighs

I can hear him laughing
A deep chuckle in the dark
Even to me my moan
Sounds like a question mark

But I know he is leaving
I will find no satisfaction here
In this game that we play
Year after torturous year