Friday, May 27, 2011

submissive

I cannot pull myself out long enough
To do anything other than please
The only reason my muscles were sculpted into being
So they would be there
For the tenderness of your hands
As they reach out into heated darkness
There is where I wait for you
In my treasury of ever growing pleasures
In a heated forge of undeniable sweltering
Scalding into you
With penetration so hot it could only be flesh
I take you in the way only I can
The one who consumes your beauty
In a peel of stolen days
Nights sleepless
    like so many other wicked things
You purr sultry,
"there are many ways to be submissive"
Perhaps,
It is time to explore every single one


No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.