I Grow Helpless When My Neck Is Bitten

Helplessness... Stealthily, you sneak up behind me.
Your strong hands gently resting upon my slight shoulders.
Your lingering touch brings a small contented smile to my face as your fingers lightly brush my fallen locks aside, exposing the delicate area that loves to be nibbled.
I sigh dreamily and tilt my head as your warm breath sends shivers throughout my body.
I can feel your mouth hovering above my flesh, making me close my eyes in eager anticipation.
I am putty in your hands....molded by your touch...softened by your kiss...helpless...