How We Are
You know how to get to me
You'll tug at my hair teasingly
You'll wrap your fingers round my neck and squeeze
You show no mercy
forcing me how you want me
as I moan for more
your tongue against my sensitive skin
your hands lovingly stroking every inch of me
tied up, used and abused
by you my master
I am left screaming for more
for the pleasure that come from the pain
driving me insane
our moans mingle together
as your lodged deep inside
and sadly our game cones to an end
slumber takes over our bodies
and I'll patiently wait till next time
Copyright © Jazz Richardson | Year Posted 2023
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