Lying in your bed
My words echo in your head
The lust in your eyes betrays
As your body moves in waves
Between the soft moans and sighs
To the wetness growing between your thighs
There is no fight
No desire to stop
Your passion wrong or right
Grows with me on top
Building lust, building desire, building an energetic fire is important. Why? Because not everyone has access to being turned on whenever the people they care for are. Because being filled with lust is its own particular type of delicious torture. Because feeling lustful energy thrive is where a lot of the fun begins… Being in the BDSM…
Lips of red
A sinful smirk
And eyes of the serpent
Tongue of silver
A river of tears in your path
A lover of jealous wrath
With a lustful fever
Of a sinner who’ll never repent
You always know what will work
To get them in your bed
Finger wrapped
They fall for your pretty lies
And the softness of your sighs
As they worship between your thighs trapped
Seeking ambrosia in the folds of pink flesh
And tasting the golden fruit fresh
With delightful glee
Unaware of the damage done
Without care of what you are about to be
If they only knew they would run
Your the wolf at the door
Scratching to get in
You’re a woman and more
The fifth horseman of the apocalypse
Honey dipped in sin
And still the last taste on every lovers lips
Hot steam
Sore muscles
Sweat trickles
Panties drop
Bubbles on top
White cream
Lustful dream
Smooth skin
Sweetly is how I sin
The sweetest sin
Begins with a grin
A lick of the lips
A look in the eyes
A wetness between the thighs
A thrust of the hips
Short breaths
In between the little deaths
Come the taunting moans
That whisper in your ear
As you let go your fear
To the hand that owns
Your heart
And holds you llke a work of art
Up into the new dawn’s light
Down at the end of the long night
In between the silent sighs
Between the soft thighs
The lips that drip honey suckle lies
Glisten like the tears in my eyes
As love dies
A victim of self inflicted homicide
Table bound
Bent over and exposed
No escape
Perfect victim for a mental rape
So many holes to fill
All against your will
This is the fate you chose
This is your new reality
Blindfolded and mouth held wide
There’s nothing you can hide
Your body betrays your lust
As you give away your trust
Moaning is the only sound
You’ll hear
It’ll be coming from you in actuality
The bound little whore
Who if could speak would beg for more
The willing slut
The perfect piece of meat
For your Dominant’s desire
They will take that cherry
On your face they’ll nut
Leaving you frustrating in pleasure filled fire
You’re such a sweet treat
You’ll never know who
Fucked you like the virgin Mary
Though I’m sure they’ll never let you forget
It was you that wanted it, begged for it
