She Makes Me Scream and I Like It
She ties me down, she takes her time,
Her wicked grin? A sin, a crime!
I beg, I plead, “Oh no, not that!”
She only laughs—I’m trapped, I’m trapped!
She makes me twist, she makes me squirm,
She makes me cry out every term!
“Yes, Mistress! Please! I’m on my knees!”
She grips me tight—I’m hers to tease!
A flick, a smack, a sharp command,
I arch, I writhe at her demand!
I scream, I moan, I gasp, I break—
She giggles sweet, “How much can you take?”
She pushes, pulls, she wrings me out,
I thrash, I buck, I scream and shout!
But do I run? Oh no, not quite…
I scream… and moan… ‘cause it feels so right.
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Great post levi. You have a talent for poetry and I enjoy reading them!
thanks!