I take you hard
My rough edges
Gilded by your juices,
As I make such a glorious
Ruin of you baby girl
I need no questions
To know you,
And my actions here
Are answers which
Leave marks on your skin
The susurrous rush of
Surrender
And remember your
Safe word for sometimes
Restraint is a concept
I lose sight of
When I use you,
Ad infinitum,
Driving you to
An apex of blissful
Surrender
I have
I am
The answer
Tell me how
I make you feel
MB Blissett 