You stand before me, in a leather dress. Spiked necklace tickling your bare shoulders, earrings swaying against your neck. I pull on your leash, guiding you forward. You sink into my arms, the well-known hands gripping your sides and pulling you closer, the anxiously-awaited lips pressing against yours. My hand runs up your back, over the back of your neck, squeezing and pulling you closer to me, into the kiss. My tongue darts past your lips, forcing them open as I curl my fingers into the hair at the base of your skull.