Where the Shiver Ends

I don’t remember when it started.
Only that it doesn’t stop.
Not when the breath changes.
Not when the skin tightens.
Not when the voice in your head whispers, this isn’t right.

But your body doesn’t care about right.
It just wants.
The kind of want that doesn’t blink.
That doesn’t ask for permission.
That doesn’t speak in words, but in heat,
and hunger,
and surrender.

There’s something beneath me.
Or maybe inside me.
It doesn’t have a name.

It just knows how to fuck you open,
slow and silent,
until you don’t know where the shiver ends
and the shame begins.

You’re hard.
Already wrapped in your fist,
already aching for something
you don’t quite understand.

And still, you’re asking yourself,
What is this?
Why does it feel like this?
Why does it feel like… her?

She’s not touching you.
But you can feel her.
That heat clawing at the back of your throat,
your jaw,
your cock.

She’s in your head now,
and you’ve let her in.

You start moving.
Slow at first.
Controlled.
But it doesn’t stay that way.
Because it’s not about pace.
It’s about need.

And you’re fucking your hand now like it’s her cunt,
tight, wet, just out of reach.
And every time your grip tightens,
you can feel her pull back,
just enough to make you chase.

She wants you desperate.
She wants you raw.
She wants to see how far you’ll go
before you forget this was supposed to be for you.

Your mouth is open.
You don’t know if you’re moaning or begging.
Your hips are moving like she’s under you.
Like she’s letting you take her.

But deep down,
you know it’s the other way around.
She’s fucking you.
With her silence.
With her stillness.
With the way she lingers just beneath the surface of your breath.

You can see her now,
in your mind,
legs spread, eyes locked, pussy wet,
and that look.

That look of knowing.
The ache of waiting.
She’s not yours.
She never was.
You’re hers.

And she’ll ruin you slowly
Because she wants to watch you lose control.

Your cock pulses.
Your body breaks.
And you spill for her.
Because of her.
Because you couldn’t stop.
Because you didn’t want to.
Because this isn’t about fucking.
It’s about being taken.

And now that she’s inside you,
she’s not leaving.

Written, composed, and performed by © Samira Wyld 2025.
A Wyld and Untamed Production 2025