are you lusting, my darling, for the touch i provide
are you hungry for the bite that will turn you mine
are you heedful for what many can give you, but not quite as good as i
you need to tell me. now. you need to tell me now. manners are a force of character never to be forgotten. a rule set in the house by a mother. so why do you think it doesn't stand when you're here, in my home, begging for attention. cuffed.
literally.
cuffed to my headboard, waiting for a touch. starved for my lips. needy for my love. you will get all of it. i promise.
but let me hear it. say please.
please.
say please.
my chokehold is strong but i don't think you mind because when i look down i see you're ready for me. you've been ready. i knew. torture is only harmful if you don't enjoy it.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poesiapoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
