Like The Flick Of A Switch by Anonymous

Silence
Not auditory, but physical silence.
Not even the infinitesimal lightness of a sweat drop.
Every invisible hair weightless in suspence.
Sleeping in antici-

Patience, is what he needed to learn.
The skill to wait
An agonizing eternity
awaiting just a single touch
The lightest sign.

His eyes affixed
Watching the statue-esque keeper of his desire
The article which so holds his attention
Fills him with the motivation
Holds back the quivers

So long making little noises,
Soft whimpers
Strenuous whispers
Strangled groans
Swallowed cries for attention

Every heart beat animated in his flesh
The soft bounce
She watched it twitch and throw sticky droplets
Weeping from the eye
In desperation.

Slowly creeping
A fingertip extended
The touch of permission
Millimeters from the surface
"Wait"

She held back the grin
Tasted the power
Extended the isolation
Prolonged the torment
Exacted her will

With a simple motion
The slow deliberate bending of her wrist
Fingertip pressing to the purpleness
Instantaneous eruption
Permission received.