I Think, You Will

Will you whimper?

Beg for more,

Beg to stop,

Plead, implore.

Will you let me use the rope?

Keep you from escape,

Do my thing,

Leave you’re soul raped.

I think you will,

Give me my free hand,

You’ll leave me to fulfil,

Each and every demand.

I think you might,

Cos you need like me,

You’ll let me break you,

To set your soul free.

 

Use Your Face

I’m going to use your face like your cunt,

Fill it with cum.

Hold your head down,

Until I say your done.

I’m going to orally abuse,

Cos I like, and I choose.

Deep throat domination,

My sadistic persuasion.

I’m going to use your face like your cunt,

Because you want me too,

You love it like me,

To have you mouth screwed.

I’m going to choke you with cock,

Ram my seed down.

Leave you looking like hell,

Damn near drowned.

 

Adventures in Sex

The filth that flows through my mind.

Shocks even me from time to time.

The adventures in sex I wanted to have.

You’ve wanted too, for which I’m glad.

You’d been unfulfilled, as too had I.

Until our minds met, clashed online.

With an out pouring of thoughts, hopes, dreams.

We told each other, what we need.

And into reality it came vividly true.

When we travelled to do what we needed to do.

We put into action the filth in our minds.

It still shocks even me from time to time.

That the adventures in sex so good, so bad.

Are our shared dreams, that we just need to have.

 

 

Let It Go!

I will plant the notion, the gnawing thought,

A subliminal trap set, in which you’re caught.

You will be aching, struggling to hold tight,

Endeavouring to stay composed, trying as you might.

But then I want you to fail, to lose that control,

I want you to give into the suggestions that I’ve sold.

I want the fire stoked, to rage out of control.

I want you to fall into lust, to let your soul go.