Tryst at T-time
“Try tea with me,” you entreated.
“Turn up at two. Trust me, you'll be trussed and tied.”
It's what I’d always wanted... telepathically.
Tuned-in, you knew I thirsted to be tested;
Tantalised and tightly trapped;
Tormented while transfixed and tethered;
Tempted by your tweaks and twisting.
Thrilled by the tactile tracings of your tongue,
I turned taut, tumescent, tremulous.
While you tasted your tea.
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