Imagine A bed Surrounded by candles Silk sheets Maybe satin Cool, soft, flowing The feel on your naked skin The flush of your flesh The ties on your wrists The air you feel Brushing your skin The silence in your ears Struggling to hear Straining to see Blindfolded Soft music Somewhere I'm near But quiet Lying there Waiting Wanting a response Wondering Then A drop A drip Cold as the ice it came from Splashes on your breast Your waiting nipple Now you know I'm there And with another drop Hearing the sound of my breath You know I'm watching