Bound

Just something I whipped up about being dominated.

I live to please,
Every tongue that you tease.
Your hellfire place,
My heaven to taste.

Bind all my pride,
Invite me inside.
Please rape all my lust,
Rub oil on my rust.

Bite me. Delight me.

This pain isn't pleasure,
No, it's something better.
These lips are for shaking,
This love is for making.

The taste of your smell,
Awakens my bell.
An erogenous sight,
On a higher height.

Scream...My...Name.

Dominate my empire,
Hurt me with desire.
Gyrate for you master,
If you say go faster.
Blindfold my sight,
But don't turn off the lights.
For hurt thats worth yearning,
A butter worth churning.

Hush.

Reviews

[Jennifer Shaw]

Once again, you have curled my toes. "Gyrate for your master..." This entire poem is what sex is supposed to feel like.

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Awwwwe. Thanks soooooo much. I always look forward to hearing from u.

[Jennifer Shaw]

Likewise. =)

[Connie]

loved every word of it, you paint a vivid picture

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks a bunch. It means a lot.

[Tessa Melendez]

Wow you painted a hell of a picture with perfect poetry and all the senses combined. I have more to say but can't put it into words. Stunning.

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks a bunch. This is written with mybblood and sweat.