No title (Poem)
I can feel it on my skin… The touch of a dominatrix
There’s no pain from the whip… Can’t get enough of
this sensation
I’m enjoying your lips…. Fueling my imagination
Yet I want to make it reality, no more of the
temptation
I’m ready for that body, I’m at the height of
inflammation
Come baby, enlighten me, show me how you puts it down
I got that sleeping pill, just relax and let me knock
you out
On the bed; on the wall; I’ll hold you up and make you
cum all around
From the wall; to the bed; Rollin, rollin, rollin til
we end up on the ground
Say my name; scream it loud; Our lips together is the
only way you don’t make a sound
Red Bull or Gatorade; Either one is needed for another
round
Once is never enough when we take a trip to Pleasure
Town
And stay a night at the Splash Inn; Too impatient to
dive in
I say this with anticipation of you being on the same
page
I say this with anticipation of experiencing your
seductive ways
I feel your love festering up and forming into sexual
rage
You’re prime and ready for nothing but this
eleven-play
Yes, I know there’s 12 and in no way did I short you
bae
That 12th is reserved for the moment you
can no longer feel your legs
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