Her Imagination

Her imagination keeps calling her.
She tries to put herself in the room.
The hush.
A silence that crackles with electricity.
A stillness that is full of movement.
A quiet that is disturbed by the wild beating of her hungry heart.
His voice. Soft, deep, gentle, compelling. Hypnotic.
His words. His instructions. His control.
Seductive and certain.
His touch. Long fingers cool on her skin.
Running through her hair.
Languid yet definite.
Gorgeous but dangerous.
Pleasure yet pain.
Undressing her.
Peeling her clothes from her.
Discovering every inch of her.
Revealing her soul.
More naked than her body.
She tries to put herself beneath his hands.
Her imagination keeps betraying her.