beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Come To My Bed

 

You

Come

To my bed

Not a stranger

Flushed with guilt and trepidation

But here slip off

The clothes of duty and manners

Intelligent animals

Seething with heat

To kiss until our lips bruised

Without the fear of judgement

With the only limits

Determined by our courage

In pursuit of our desires

I

Touch

Kiss

Fuck with the raw power

Of play

A primal authority

Nestled in a warm cradle

Of authority

Tied

Spanked

Tested

Play the game of surrender

Leave yourself

In whole or in part

Bear the marks

Or hide them

I shall care for them

Until such time

As you are compelled

By appetite to call upon me

Again

A genie with flesh’s wishes

Known like scripture

Come to my bed

Then come

Again

Again

Again

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