Yours

When your fingers touch my skin my knees grow weak
And I surrender to your will in my entirety ...
I have no master, dear, but when you're so close to me
I can't help but give in to your curiosity. 
With your breath on my neck, I'm afraid to move...
And when you quietly whisper what you intend to do
All coherence leaves me and I just give in. 
When your fingers touch my skin ...
I surrender.
I am yours.