The magic of reflected love
I am your slave,
You own me.
You possess me,
My body, My soul.
I want you,
To use me,
To utilise me,
My cock, fingers, tongue, all of me whole!
I am your pleasure,
It pleases me,
Apeases me,
Gives me meaning, a reason to be.
I need you,
You need me,
You have freed me,
My adored Goddess, my world, you make me, me.
Invisible, tiny fireworks
Sending shrapnel loose
I peek at my skin
Bumpy like a goose
Your words a melody
Heard then set loose
You! My literary sensation!
My soul surges forth
Delivers an ovation
I scream as loud as I can
My body rigid with the effort
Of keeping it on the inside
Until my tears break free
Refusing to comply
Revealing the tell
Of when my emotions swell
I miss you,
My sweet lil whore.
Between my thighs,
Knelt on the floor.
I miss your mouth,
Pleasuring me.
Sucking and licking,
Dragging cum from me.
I miss our times,
Daddy and Babygirl.
As we’re held apart,
By a ravaged world.
I miss our love,
With such passion felt.
Biding our time,
With this hand that we’re dealt.
Open up,
Pull the petals of your bloom apart.
Stroke them,
Slide o’er their soft pink form.
Feel it,
Nature’s surge from earth to curling toes.
Quake,
Crack like the rock laid by Gods of old.
Show to me,
All that those Gods bestowed.
Give to me,
What I alone am owed.
Offer up,
All you were given so that I may take.
Your sacrifice,
For my pleasure’s sake.
Ready yourself,
To receive your new monotheistic God.
Brace yourself,
Anticipate the divine acts that you’ll beg to stop.
Attenuate,
Attune to rhythmically resonate.
Orgasmic mess,
My scarred and shaking apostate.
Show to me,
All that the Gods bestowed.
Give to me,
What I alone am owed.
Offer up,
All you were given so that I may take.
Your sacrifice,
For my pleasure’s sake.