beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, Uncategorized, women

A Soft Demand

Your softness

Demands a

Hardness of touch

To squeeze

Wrapped around you

Soaked in the arousal

I draw forth from you

Your tearful pleas

Signals to take you

Deeper into yourself

Ask my permission

For the flight of release

My fingers pinching



I can be so mean

That you would weep

Not for its application

But its denial

When I slide them

Inside your panties

Let me see your expression

When my hand is

On your throat

Scream until your

Ears ring

How fucking mean

I am

Your demons

Will flee

Before my will

As night flees

Before dawn


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