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YOUR PROWESS MY DEPTH
Dark night, the distant hum of the train
The scent of frankincense and sandalwood,
And soft candlelight flickering in the twilight.
You pull my strings and command my motions,
First with a kiss that escalates into a cyclone
Of emotions, clothing torn off and strewn
To the far corners of the room in frenzy.
Exposed and vulnerable you master me,
As your hot, pulsating flesh claims me.
Reduced to a marionette, you pull my strings
Taut yet sweetly, as you undulate in a steamy rhythm.
Love me, move me, stir me, and seek me,
But most of all don’t ever sever the strings
Of your command, for being your puppet
Is all I seek to be, take me, hold me,
Tease me, please me, and teach me
To be just what you want me to be.
Shade me from the darkness with your light
Save me from my longing with your delight.
Plummet from your height into my depth,
Thrill me with your length and breadth,
As you pull my strings ever so gently yet firmly.
My cords of pleasure resonate through your control,
In an obedience I will obey and always extol.
By J. R. LaGreca
Copyright © 2009