beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


Accept my bonds

Around your wrists

Surrender rather than submit

I will use whatever is hand

To aid you in your decision



Wicked tongue

Soft, expert lips

Hands that deliver

You unto the state of

Feeling as pure as the

Burning of a distant star

I move you into position

A choreographer on a stage

Of white cotton

How I take you

How you are taken

Open and wet

With each careful thrust

Smacking your flesh

To bring a flush

To your skin

The air rings with your screams

And throughout

I offer the power of

A control as solid

As the bed beneath us


3 thoughts on “Accept

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