I want you to watch me.
Mouth open,
biting my lip,
unable to control
my own hunger.
I want you to watch me
wipe my own smirk
off my face as my
fingers find their rhythm.
I want you to watch
my body twitch and
my legs tremble.
I want to show you
how I play with
what's yours.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken: book one
PoetryCOMPLETED Poetry and Prose from a Submissive Heart **Kindly note, the prose in this book is already published and available on Amazon along with other novelettes, novels and books of poetry. There is a silent strength in submission. A collection of...
