beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

At My Pleasure

Your hair

Spun strands

Of precious metals

Wrapped around 

My fingers

The warm perfume

Of your skin

Beneath my lips

I take you

At my pleasure

For my pleasure

I punish to

Bring light to your eyes

Offerings of freedom

In my command

To fuck bliss

Into every beautiful inch

Of you

You ask for each

Explosion

I grant or deny

Permission

At my pleasure

Then aftermath

I wrap you in an

Embrace of unrelenting

Power where you are

Safe and free to feel

Without questions

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