I wanted to be tied,
I wanted to be teased,
He wanted to get me,
To his knees.
Oh so wet,
Oh so hard,
Wanting to scream,
Till I see stars.
One little whip,
One little sting,
Makes little you.
Jump on a spring.
You say it’s a pulse,
It responds to a beat,
What is it called,
If I’m in heat?
Watch it glisten,
Watch it shine,
Twinkling diamonds,
Rolling behind.
To my back,
Massage the mounds,
Deepening moans,
Intensified sounds.
You wanted to play,
I wanted to see,
With tightening ropes,
On a Malabo breeze.
Is it time?
To take it there.
Wicked smiles,
Devilish glare,
This is our secret.
No, it’s not.
We have to keep it.
Not if you hit that spot.
Time has run out.
I’m wound tight on a string.
It’s time to do,
This devilish thing.
Once we are done.
And all has been tried.
No one knew,
I took that ride.
(Let me know how this made you feel. Likes are always welcome. But you can speak too.)
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I liked the poem. A little poem for you.
” I asked her, did she more?
She whispered, I need more than more.
I need to feel everything.
I need to forget my name and fall into the dance
of skin and the sin.”
Interesting verse. Thanks for liking it.